Yo its been a minute fam...but i'm back. Love you all! ~Agabus
u have been this redundant soul
melody weaving in and outside of
raw veins, raw with the abrasive
bleeding of something bitter intermingled with
sweet remembrances of
how I conjured your presence
until you clouded my vision…
u have been
the potent ‘white devil’
i have snorted until nostril walls;
callous, spread their thighs;
giving birth to
numbness…u have been that drug
of choice…having u
in my inner sanctum was
akin
to a church experience:
whispering fans disbursing thick hot air,
choruses of half-sung, half-screamed
‘hallelujiahs’ old mothers
being slain in the spirit…u were
the bonding agent to my
spirit…i
used to usurp your existence;
stealing fragments of your
memories from my over-stuffed,
under-sexed mind; feeding
my pores the sounds of your heart beats
and each down beat of ur
heartbeat elicited sighs of cosmic release.
No one
prepared me for
the potency of change…no one
prepared me…not even you.
the way u left me
strident in spirit
listening to staccato
rhythms howl
and cling to the familiar.
I
have become my own
and become my own I have;
it hasn’t been easy…too slick
to rule and to dry to move, i
will catapult what
remains across the sea
of age and time…I will simply
keep hands to the plow…plowing
forward…cannot…will not
commit the faux pas of becoming
Lot’s wife.
Signed:
-
u have been this redundant soul
melody weaving in and outside of
raw veins, raw with the abrasive
bleeding of something bitter intermingled with
sweet remembrances of
how I conjured your presence
until you clouded my vision…
u have been
the potent ‘white devil’
i have snorted until nostril walls;
callous, spread their thighs;
giving birth to
numbness…u have been that drug
of choice…having u
in my inner sanctum was
akin
to a church experience:
whispering fans disbursing thick hot air,
choruses of half-sung, half-screamed
‘hallelujiahs’ old mothers
being slain in the spirit…u were
the bonding agent to my
spirit…i
used to usurp your existence;
stealing fragments of your
memories from my over-stuffed,
under-sexed mind; feeding
my pores the sounds of your heart beats
and each down beat of ur
heartbeat elicited sighs of cosmic release.
No one
prepared me for
the potency of change…no one
prepared me…not even you.
the way u left me
strident in spirit
listening to staccato
rhythms howl
and cling to the familiar.
I
have become my own
and become my own I have;
it hasn’t been easy…too slick
to rule and to dry to move, i
will catapult what
remains across the sea
of age and time…I will simply
keep hands to the plow…plowing
forward…cannot…will not
commit the faux pas of becoming
Lot’s wife.
Signed:
-