It’s an old one that I just revised, so nobody worry–Cody and I are still doing well. Original draft was written back in…2006, maybe? 2005? I don’t remember. I just came across it before my old laptop died, cleaned it up a bit, and decided to preserve it for posterity.
Up from the depths of a stagnant, green puddle,
‘Mongst sinuous tendrils of white,
The louche dredges memories sunk in the bottle–
All of them drowning, or dead ’til tonight.
Pallid mnemonics of days long repressed
Bob toward the surface en masse,
Filling the brim with his fleeting, sweet kisses–
With him–the grey ghost in the glass.
His image solidified there in the shallows–
A bittersweet glimpse of his emerald-slashed eyes
Rendered blind ‘gainst the yellow-tinged, opaque concoction
That rollicks like stormclouds in afternoon skies–
Falls victim to arabesques, shapeless in nothingness,
Conjuring thoughts that will ne’er come to pass!
My heart still yearns for him–the grey ghost in the glass.
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