Biography: Jason Constantine Ford is from Perth in
W.A, Australia. He works at a book shop and has over a hundred publications of
poetry and fiction in various literary magazine, ezines and journals from around
the world. Bram Stroker, Phillip K. Dick, Edgar Alan Poe and William Blake are
his main influences.
Dream Woman
After having spent a day in
desert heat
Harsh enough to erode an ordinary
will
Inclining itself towards the dryness
of defeat,
I look ahead with desires that
cannot be still.
I walk to a sign among bushes with
words obscure
And cannot grasp a word that is
written down
Before noticing a woman with
features demure
Adorned with an orange, red and
yellow gown.
After friendly greetings are
exchanged between
Her and I, I ask her a question as
to where
I am among bushes previously unseen
And receive silence as a response
unfair.
Without a warning, her body
splinters apart
Into fragments the desert air
consumes.
Her non-existence is hitting me like
a dart
As my search for reality resumes.
Morning Hangover
Images
are flashing back as sparks ignite
Delusions
I suffered from the other night.
The
girls I encountered at a party appear
To be
here as they speak with words I endear.
They are
talking about values I evoked
Within
the span of sharing weed we smoked.
I leave
my bed desiring to embrace
A girl
until she is gone without a trace.
In that
moment, all the others have left
As I
devolve with emotions bereft.
The
boundary separating fiction from fact
Appears
obscured in a manner most exact.
I cannot
even tell the difference between
Reals
girls and those who have never been.
Flashback of Pain
Images
of her return within my sleep
As a set
of brittle memories entering deep
Into
both conscious and unconscious thought
Until
images are gone away to status nought.
One
image returns with bitterness immense
From the
day she cruelly chose to withdraw
Her love
resulting in affliction of each sense
Of mine
unto a state of me being sore.
Memory
of how she pulled her hand away
Is a
form of bitterness that decides to stay.
Although
I attempt to remove this image,
Chambers
of thought suffer from the damage
This
image brings into my state of mind
As
effects of bitter years which always grind.
Each
year which is dissolved into the dust
Of
sadness is sprinkled with the pain of knowing
How I am
simply left with less than the crust
Of years
of bitterness that are still blowing.
In my
sleep, the wind blows against my back
With the
full force of an emotional attack.
Ford,
Jason Constantine, Dream Woman, Morning
Hangover, Flashback of Pain, The Tower of Illusion and Entrance into the Tower of Illusion, posted on October 19, 2014 at
Mel BrakE Press website, http://melbrakepress.blogspot.
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