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Sodom


A static response

to the incessant clatter

of crumbling dreams

as darkness pervades

the periphery

of all that’s left

of a clouded vision.

~

Once led to believe

in ever after merrily

fairy tale happiness,

when content is all

that can be expected

or even hoped for

till the director yells “CUT”.

~

No strings attached

gets twisted into the “not”

of a hangman’s noose;

loose fitting at first

till affairs of the heart

throttle wholeheartedly

while slowly tearing  apart.

~

These tears we wear,

trickling accoutrements

in the forlorn fashion

of passions passed

as organically as the seasons;

reasons without treason,

though not often the case.

~

And when face to face,

these unheeded grains of salt,

in re-union romancing

of the supposed ever-lasting,

re-crystallize as pillars

leaving the Lot of them

still wondering why.

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3 responses to “Sodom

  1. nice play on “Lot” …. i always thought the wife got a bum rap on that. after all, Lot was the one that screamed “take my wife and daughter! (for their sexual acts) take them and leave me be!” course am paraphrasing … was something like that. i like the idea of “strings attached” being transformed to the hangman’s noose.

  2. So much of my life in these stanzas. I especially like, whilst checking my neck,
    “No strings attached

    gets twisted into the “not”

    of a hangman’s noose;”

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