just like gatsby

he was a subconscious chaos

masking his perpetual absence

in colorful metaphor

a dim light on a dark night

vaguely flickering on someone else’s dock

a viridescent beacon kept alight

by the electricity of his own apathy

seducing common moths

by colluding with the autumnal moon

he who fancies himself

an aetheist aurora borealis

is merely a distant facsimile

of self fulfilling vanity

he procrastinates just like gatsby

envies the flamingo clouds

in my mind’s skies

with an occasional wink designed to pacify

he hasn’t the time for aging butterflies

by belonging to none

neither friend nor enemy

he remedies nothing

but then again

i’m no buchanan

a. duncan, 2018

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Artwork by the brilliant Yohey Horishita (http://yoheyhorishita.com/)

 

 

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