SandScript 2020

A Modern Love Tale
Cade Walsh
POETRY
Forsaken now as he was in
The past
A heavenly cry
A heavenly groan
He lies on the bed
As she moans
The cloth falls to the carpeted floor just
As the stars had fallen in the twilight
Hour of that
Forsaken evening
Could she hear the thoughts layered and
Rattling around like a scrap of parchment
With the name of the dope dealer around
The corner who would always treat you
Like an actual fucking human being
Lost in the wind
But she was prey, indeed so as he said
In the jungle where they found themselves
Clothes clustered on that carpeted floor space
He entered and felt the force
Almost immediately
Could he not do this here, at this time, at
This place, with his palms laid bare to the
Creator
Visions thrust into his mind like the
Strokes he was about to perform
in sacred ritual
But he was paralyzed, still
Lilies floating on the bright blue surface
Of that lake he had envisioned not too
Far in the past
Was this to be as the millennium
Marched onwards
Looking up, cursing the heavens with
A cry and a moan
Cut down like wheat from a scythe of
Stars
Oh how the ancients feast
Oh how they revel in the capture of this
Deranged beast
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