Orange sunsets from crumbling porches
Take me miles away
To lanes, doused in perfumed memories
Of old books and damp walls.
Like dust specks on spider webs,
I have decorated my fermented thoughts
With arbitrary imitations
Pretending they were of imperative consequence.
How long does it take,
For a memory to go stale?
Even paper boats come with
I’m an accumulation of cities
And I cannot wipe away
That clings on to my identity.
I am a slave
To this symbiotic equation;
I cannot dissociate from this obsessive need
To feed off your existence.
Don’t be afraid
When I’m uncontrollable on some nights;
I take time to recuperate
For they have me pinned down at gunpoint,
As they sew their shadows on my back
Like a black cape.
18 February 2017
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