Collapse Into The Abstract
(Bobby Lopez)
Silhouettes left burned in these walls from you.
The smell of fear still decorates the squares at night.
I close my eyes with two blue stars beside
mine and I collapse into the abstract, cloaking my words.
I can feel your hands on my neck
Surround my face:.with frozen moments enveloping my stare
They thaw into my dreams and dissipate into the night
with your scent. The color of rose will slowly form onto my trunk
as sap flows from hollow tubes in my shins.
Diminishing my weight:until you bottle me and leave me
unshapely. As time sings faster, songs of disaster will find
ome in your ears. And when I sleep I lie, still knowing well
I can feel your hands on my neck.
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