Obsession

by Michelle Blower

My obsession is candle light,

My obsession will destroy,

My obsession whispers like leaves like logic

My obsession ripples like waves like biceps

My obsession drips like wax like sweat

Is taut like a tendon

My obsession is my best friend

Who died.

 

My obsession becomes UV

Smoke

A feather

Is gentle like dew on cobwebs

Gets brushed away

But is rebuilt by eight legs much stronger.

 

My obsession taunts me

A ghostly scratching

My obsession hides in the wardrobe

Scratches my skin

 

Is a hypnogogic illusion

Dancing on the eyelid.

 

My obsession wears a designer belt

My obsession wears jangling chains

My obsession is a blind mission

And my single reason for living

As it tastes like chocolate

And is elemental

The scent and form of the rose.

 

My obsession will sacrifice pride

Chopping down jungles

Is the sounds of wings beating

A bird escaping

Birds beating wings above my head

Flying to my left and my right.

 

My obsession will kill me if not fulfilled

Coughing verbose mucus

Bashing the toe

It turns red then purple then green

Yet my obsession will be fulfilled at death

Casting off the shell towards the devachanic.

My obsession is an ancient message

Vibrating beyond the realms of tweets and posts

And likes.

 

My obsession is a fool's gold,

My obsession is quartz

My obsession is serpentine

My obsession is the original cliché

Is Marilyn Monroe.

 

My obsession flees from the grasp of my control

My obsession is a beast.

My obsession is formed by thoughts

Taking on a vampiric life of its own.

My obsession is a deal

My obsession is moonstone is sunflower is starlight.

 

My obsession is a father

But one who has a heart

 

But one who knows my heart

 

My obsession is a bassline

Is a night train crossing borders

Towards a crimson dawn.

My obsession is a lighter lost

My obsession is a lighter found

My obsession is a lighter found but another lighter lost

And the fizz and crack of a can of beer opening

In the shade of awesome and unbearable heat.

 

My obsession is a kaleidoscope

My obsession is.

My obsession is.

My obsession is.

My obsession is an ego.

 

My obsession is a lover

My obsession pushes those losers aside

 

My obsession challenges enemies to a duel

My obsession dwells in a tower.

 

My obsession is the bitchiest insult

My obsession is a bitch

My obsession lends me a jealous knife

My obsession kills all traitors

In the worst way

With kindness and courtesy.

My obsession is a comfort for tears

My obsession writes desperate prose

My obsession breathes like the last man standing

And drips blood.

My obsession mends a shattered sight

Glues the pieces back together.

 

My obsession is a voice

A chorus

A bark

Inside and outside my head.

My obsession

Is a lonely chasm

My obsession is the emptiness

My obsession is a Joplin is a Hendrix is a Kurt is a Winehouse.

 

My obsession is a pinnacle

My obsession is a seed

My obsession is the ultimate attention

My obsession is kudos

But invisible

But silent.

My obsession lies by my side

And is etched into my skin.

 

My obsession

Transcends the norm

My obsession ascends the bore

My obsession colours my future

With rancid rainbows

My obsession is inborn

My obsession mutates

My self

My obsession

Is the reflection in the mirror.

 

My obsession is a heirophant,

My obsession is a magician

Conjuring hate and a fear

Turning them into money

Brick by brick.

My obsession is an answer.

My obsession is plastic

My obsession is a narcissist

A narci-sis

A copycat

A stalker

 

My obsession is a prophet,

Wailing

God is Great.

My obsession is driven by rites of old.

My obsession is doubt beyond reason

Is reason beyond doubt.

And never gives in

Walking down the motorway

Marching across the lay-by

As the lorries hurtle past.

 

My obsession will win or fight to the death,

My obsession is an anaesthetic

My obsession is a universe within a multi-universe

A photon.

 

My obsession is a justification in itself,

My obsession renders humiliation

A distant spit in the face

 

My obsession feeds on bad memories

Is the weed that grows from the cracks.

It is a predator.

My obsession balances confusion and conflict

Within an unanimous sphere.

 

My obsession is a trampoline,

My obsession is a cushion

A fluffy blanket a favourite fleece.

My Obsession

Is a liturgical cloak

And hangs on a chain around the neck

My obsession perpetuates rage and is a mask

My obsession is an eruption

Imploding and exploding,

My obsession will eliminate that rage.

My obsession is a spiritual path

My obsession is a shadow.

My obsession is an avatar in a virtual world

Playing to get to the next level.

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