Tangled Memories

by Joanna

Don’t go looking for a lover
with his feet upon the ground
You will not find what you think
Whether it’s the bursting of a bubble
or a numbing shock upon the senses
There will always be a cord
leading you along
Stringing you through the Avenues
Parading
but never stopping at the corner
to pick an elegant flower from the blooms
that adorn the turn
Something special for the flower of his loins
It seems there are so many
who get stuck in the crux
Losing vision beyond sight
The elements of life fade
A chemical combination
of eye to eye in the darkness
Bring about only a base reaction
I fumble sometimes
making tiny waves
Doubting my steps
Yet still
I march
Ever forward

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