Poetry and Art by © Serafin Borgia
Remember what outlives us when we try to stop time,
What became us when we stopped living,
Where you broke ranks from the angry poets
& rambunctious groupies,
chose to be gentle,
went incognito ,
Became a more- subtle shadow
of your shadow self,
beyond the playgrounds of lucid objects-
Your original onion life-
A diary of lost scenes,
faded to a new coherence
of denial.
Lips anointed,
our skeletons’
sharp little breaths
as they prance and rattle
your outline,
mirror the inky delirium
of everything else
plunging
to the fragrant depth
of the streams
that sunk
us:
-The common place of popular lunacy,
-The ‘now cultures’’ asylum of moods
dark and greedy,
twisting your minds’
tough grace
into a yawning mist
above the malevolence
of this
chaos.
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