Tainted Pathway

When memory turns into self talk and feeds on itself...

Ghosts cling to the upper left corner of rooms

with dust and cobweb, relegated by necessity

and neglect, awaiting a lighted candle just so,

to illuminate in smoke, outline in air, waving

specters appearing as genie's from the bottle,

obedient when rubbed, poof magic cloud of

practiced misery and strife, parade of soldier

clad in bloodied regalia, honors laid prominent

on pin cushion flesh, flash bang deafening

consumption of reality and want, blood filled

wading pool of tingling sentiment, pathway

of plenty, carton of rolled packed, nicotine puff

delight, unfiltered blank staring inhalation

swallowed and blown in ringlet, following closed

eyelid along floorboard, tossed into the rubbage

heap at the lower left corner of rooms, til unseen

wisps with rolling curl, inch up walls, a select

phantom regiment repopulating hazy webs,

to reconfigure brick and mortar

memory from smoke

Author's Note

Eyes Up and Left: Non-dominant hemisphere visualization - i.e., remembered imagery
Eyes Down and Left: Internal dialogue, or inner self-talk

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I adore this, the run on sentences really work, like smoke curling from your words nonstop thoughts inner dialogue on instant replay...those phantoms are always waiting in the vapors somewhere waiting on a weak moment, or as you put it 'eyes down and left'....very cool. ;-)

100 nicotine puffs

[Kristina Moulaison]

100 nicotine puffs...good glory, your charm! Thank you for this. :) It's a good thing my run on sentences are working. I sure write a lot of them.

[Frieda P]

Whatever you're doing, keep on doing it, it really works! Always a pleasure to read you....

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you Frieda!