Abandonment and Dejection

Abandonment and Dejection

Abandonment and dejection,

A boy’s name,

Desired more times than death,

More times in death.

 

Fermented in a bar,

With enthusiastic gullet.

How great grapes so hallow,

Transform one so hollow.

 

Little passion ever seen,

Showed its face in torrents,

Bony, but bellowing,

Desperately hanging.

 

Man was no medicine,

Nor was a muffled moonlight,

Nor a yearned sensuality,

Nor the coveted wine.

 

Sailors bunched around a bonfire,

Salt kindles a foul smell,

Engineered hands built to slave,

Built to hold.

 

The joined act of lasting,

Of loving,

Of losing,

Of still holding.

 

–Kevin J Flors

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Grief

Grief

The moonlight was dull,

Cold in candescence.

His old home,

It too birthing pestilence.

 

Bound by memories,

Of a phantom time,

Old and ruined,

Like ashy graves of grime.

 

He sheltered his body,

Sheltered his mind,

Until one day,

He’d chose to unbind.

 

Opening the door,

Peek and gauge,

Careful surgeon,

Under rib—.

 

Slammed door,

Retreating back inside,

Now rejoicing by his relief,

And clarity being revived.

 

Countless moons had passed,

Staring with what was left of his crusted eyes,

At a vase given to him,

By a woman who spoke in sympathetic lies.

 

Angels told him to forgive,

Devils told him to forfeit,

Confused agony and sorrow,

He decided to remain in conflict.

 

The Earth continued to orbit,

The walls continued to crack,

The voice of his mother,

Demanding that he go back.

 

After much thought,

The man stood decrepit,

But nevertheless tall,

And walked without spit.

 

Door had grew larger,

Towering portal,

Turned key,

No mor—.

 

Sun shone,

With warm candescence,

A new home,

With no more pestilence.

-Kevin Joseph Flors

 

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