Resting in the hollows of his throat,
vibrating words traveling upward –
quicker and more deliberate,
climbing expeditiously out of his alluring lips,
being deeply entrenched into the folds of my cerebral cortex.
A perpetual static.
A mildewing, suppurating apple.
Crisp perfection with a poisonous outer shell.
Sweetness enclosed in a silky red veneer.
Ripe with anticipation,
I want to decorticate the waxy epicarp.
I want to discover what is inside.
I want this time to be different.
I am bombarded by what I already know.
I am trampled by lines I have already heard.
This scene has already been witnessed.
A deeply impressed indentation of a body on my mattress,
the warmth still resonate from the sheets.
His words still linger and hover with the air molecules.
His lines are a refurbished rendition of the previous entity.
They make every day seem stagnant,
and every one of my former and future lovers seem dull.
Crawling through a narrow tunnel to escape,
but reality extends its inviting eyelashes outward and flirts with me –
beckoning for me to become one of its conformists,
enticing me to ride the plain train;
to replace my individuality for something common.
These sheep are not just followers, they are far more atrocious.
Peel back the synthetic flesh, and they are robots.
Their internal machines tick like false hearts.
Frightened, I want to glue the ripped tissues back into place
Merely to diminish the bloodcurdling actualization I have witnessed.
They feed me a concoction of fallacious speeches.
Once contaminated by their sonnets,
I probe for an escape to cleanse my ulcerating thoughts;
A place to rejuvenate and allay all of my musing.
I come across a cave and make my way inside.
I bump directly into Robert Smith.
He had been hiding here all along.
The lines in his face crack with age,
and his make-up glides down those trenches.
His benign smile revealed the truth I had been seeking –
That every day is not simply a reincarnation of itself,
And there is a large abundance of individuality.
He sings various lines of A Strange Day
over and over until my eardrums pop.