an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Pale Blue Skies and Seagulls that Cry

by Surreal as Sunlight

Through screams of an alarm clock
he'd wake up in the morning
And he would smile up on the crying
of 23 seagulls in their glory

as the waves crashed
he'd fix her what she needed
to live she needed his love
and he knew this and proceeded

She had a severe condition
capsules in a pale shade of blue
controlled her everyday actions
and he would say "i love you too"

And because he felt that
he owed her all his blood
He would dig himself out
everyday out of the mud

He was the one to remember
to get on the chair
and fetch the bottle
to feed the blue in care

And one evening
when he stumbled upon an old stone
one that boggled his head
he questioned her

in her head she had so much fury
but in her heart she still had so much love
that she hid away.

and the seagulls were drowned out and shooed away
by the screams of their neighbors

And he despised her
he loved her in his heart.
but he hid it away.

And the chair never left the table
and he discontinued his services

She was so disheartened that
she didn't get the chair either

They never saw eye to eye again.

slowly, her heart began to fade.
Until the cure left her system.
And she shut down.

When he realized that she passed away
He got on the chair
And every little blue treasure
took a trip down an orifice

he made an effort to stand
Until the seagulls realized what was wrong
and they shrieked at the thud
as his body slid down the mud.

1 Comments:

At 9:56 PM, Blogger localpoet said...

my favorite parts are the first, third, and last stanzas. nice job, surreal as sunlight.

 

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