Velvet Lines

Velvet Lines

A Poem by Perdition

Her face melted into the

beige backdrop

 Her fingers

frail as the crumbling room

  Slowed as her intentions

cringed madly over the marble glaze

chanting a feverish mandala

I could hear her distance

absent and running down the ninth floor steel obituaries

She was no longer in her own skin

The skill of jaunt had long since tumbled off

like dominoes

       down the stairwell

     down the wet floor she layered...then

in through the hallway,

Wheels and memories squeaking

The abyss growing louder with


as the words plucked from my side


Everything about it

was in perfect alignment

In proper isolation

My shades howled with the filth of a pleasant light

  magazines muddled up to their corners

I was everywhere my mind abhorred

though I could take no less

We were falling into contentment

Without warning 

my name pierced the walls and

she began walking long and


   past the cruelty, past the rain, past time and

 up into the lovely slopes hard with dementia 

deepening so that now the forces of 

   the minefield were free to explore her thoughts

© 2019 Perdition

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There are moments that become hours when, merely understanding something, refuses to lure words to embrace it. And so the search goes on and on and on.. Time eating into the endeavour (for want of better) as if nothing else matters or - crazily, matters more! An obsessive lost cause? Perhaps. My meagre attempt to understand is
insipid in light of the way you phrase. In places an almost over-elaborate call, in others a sliding into the dolrums. As always, both vigil and exultation!

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Originals are the alpacas with rounded shoulders who somehow - only somehow, manage to survive, P. O.. read more

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"ViVA LA ONLY SOMEHOW(S)" Strange how I only just now read or got this and yet it is the theme of my.. read more
Very deep, I enjoy the imagry. You are good with words, ans I must say you impress me from what I've seen on here so far

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Appreciate that and thank you so much for stopping by and for the kind words.
P. You are an amazing sentient being. “I could hear her distance”- by sound and intuition, yes. Your imagery etched on the soul- “My shades howled with the filth of a pleasant light”- beautiful paradox, sensual juxtaposition. You see her, hear her, feel her in a criss-cross of charged, explosive rise and fall with her from the pinnacle to the abyss, dementia that will never deserve a capital letter. This work is a literary superlative.

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Annette Pisano-Higley

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OMG, I blush. If you think that about me, then I must be doing something right. Yes, the phantom mus.. read more

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Well of course you are doing something right and for the rest..well just not my nature to accept the.. read more
Annette Pisano-Higley

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Oh, and I'll take this as a WIP...wanna she if she turns into a pumpkin at midnight :P

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Wip..."Wondering If Pumpkin"...okay...gotcha;)
what is contentment really...that nerve block at at 5am...those thoughts that wake you in the night,,,when you've been running down corridors....playing in a madman's dreams?

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 Crippled Queen

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keeps you on your toes and off that arm ...dont it?

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Without a question and the world so easily spins me through when you pull your tricky kind words so .. read more
 Crippled Queen

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pfft don't ya:)
YOu take that back my wheels dont squeak! I really dont like when you call me hurts my crazy :)

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 Crippled Queen

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wait! you wear shoes? Um deal breaker! Lights out for you! How am I suppose to run over your toes wi.. read more

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Now exactly what shammy do you know that would ever curse the earth with such a separation as wearin.. read more
 Crippled Queen

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I know...they are hounding should be wearing shoes...somehow it smothers my

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Added on January 9, 2019
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