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Where the fuck are you?

A hazy kind of cold,

like freezing smoke

chilling everyone with

a pleasant cooling taste.

 

Going to sleep

to never wake.

And down then.

A single magnolia bloom falls.

 

Life-shaped spaces

left lifeless.

A stopped carousel.

Arrivals unarrived.

 

Angry words vibrate

in a father’s pocket.

The last mistrust

despite unbroken vows.

The happiest dream

You visited me in the happiest dream,

After I thought of you for all these years.

You were there and everything was good.

We knew each other more than anyone else.

The memory of your smile breaks my heart.

The waking rain gave its sound to a dreaming shower.

Just bang like a death

Not a tender beat in that heart.

Cramp-like pain in the chest, and a headache that never stops.

The ink-black horrors when my eyes close.

With mouths peeled apart, as if to engulf.

A dark blue light with flickering shadows, watching everything as if from a fire.

A jade elephant sentry, at the gate to the red hill.

Smiling greasy faces in bliss oblivious, is it a warning?

Effortlessly fingerpainted masterpieces of a certain style I made in my mind.

Distracted and gone, but then back, almost but never.

Suddenly, you can’t remember the last time you breathed.

Realisation: a death of the self.

He’s not breathing.

©2023 David Newton