Friday Poetry
complexité soleil la fantôme by Lillian Sayre
It’s a glowing sub-conscience,
A comprehensive collection of coordination,
It’s indescribable, unimaginable.
Someone who was touched with the ever so light vibration of the sun.
A delicate mixture of emotion, power, lust
Everything any sensibly rebellious juvenile could envelop.
The mirage made in a world of smoke,
Bidding adieu to the truth that hysteria is the only answer
To see the past of cross dressing,
A wall to split,
Lustful Juliet
&
Indifferent Romeo
Now thou must bow
The movies lie I say
Don’t we all
An answer I guess I wasn't adapted for
Hallucination isn’t talked about,
In a town where the whole population comes together to support,
The young dancers of America, Skeletons frolicking.
Saying that my whole community fits in one auditorium does exemplify something about their Views on this science experiment.
In a walled away world.
See how long we can all stand the
Pandemonium that surrounds,
Our futures as the backbone of this American.
Seeing past the oblivion is almost impossible.
Taking walks through the heartland orchards,
Seeing Frank and Jenny,
Knowing fully what they had to do to get here,
A comprehensive analysis
Of the brainchild of frustrated fighters, and fathers
Sensitizing fairy dust
Choosing pride over indifference.
Feeding off of the misfortune of those left behind,
It’s the only way to get up the ranks
To touch the untouchable,
The impossible,
The world outside,
The world of open minded individuals,
where people are not shutout based on how they see themselves or
Who they love.
photo by Elizabeth Messina
