The Conversational Poet Fall 2013 | Página 6

Mirror I guess one could say we’ve been at it for a while A ticking clock of emotional depressant Represent undeniable textbook symptoms Codeine covered happiness Sickness due to haziness Raining on a cloudless day Not an unlit cigarette Loosely unwritten poems All flooded when I saw you I can’t envision two people so similar With undeniably different precision An evident uninspiring resistance To heart felt hugs and kisses I really miss your smile How can I make you release Relive the first of never Expel demons of untruths An inconceivable youth Truth is I actually understand this phase Cratered headlights remapping untouched country roads Laying on black concrete while leaves fall upon us A vague union riddled with unconscious lyrics You’re littered with the inscriptions for prescriptions To every drugstore in the area, you see Not enough pills to pop to mend these memories Of putrid pupils packed like precise pennies stacked Degrees of codeless dreams on a road-less future Tragic scene of falling short Short of witty, verbiage fueling mindless retorts Resignation to the glass A fresh costume of clothes for skin adaptation To feel whole in the venom of separation Because it all flooded in when I saw you there When I looked in that mirror Reagin Wiklund