Delusions

[Brownlie]

I’ve heard a corpse-less song tonight
A soothing sibilant
That hisses hosts of specious tunes
In winding assonance

A natal shadow’s whisper births
Away a formless stiff
Instilling life with breathless shocks
Presenting me with glyphs

A godly slate for babbling names
From restless dins inside
A laughing gift from clouds above
To tell me I’m confined.

The fatherstuff was but a sham
To mock my potent mold
That coyly takes deluded hopes
In spoken words untold

I cast Mesmeric waves adrift
Creating pasts anew
As jibes forgotten long ago
Remembered now askew.

A player in my riven mind
Recites the clips gone past
And builds them all anew to sell
A pilfered word recast


What cause is there for risen ghosts?
That dance a holy mask
Of posted Lutheran whims obscured
To harden me at last.

A top write
Brownlie and the first two stanzas sound extra good when read out loud. well done. I enjoyed it very much, cheers.

Thanks for reading.