Auf Wiedersehen

September 05, 2024

I watched her leave.

Slowly at first, as if she might just change her mind, turn around, and come running back.

But she didn’t, and I did not expect her to do so.

The fight last night was the last fight we would have.

I wanted children; she wanted a career.

I wanted to pool our money to purchase not just a house, but a home.

She wanted to travel the globe.

I wanted her by my side, and she wanted me no closer.

We had been “friends with benefits”.

Then committed to each other.

Then committed by each other.

I sued for breach of contract when she divested from the business.

She sued for breach of contract when I refused to fund her hobby of singing.

She could sing well, but not well enough to make someone want to pay to hear her sing.

“Good, but not good enough” was the phrase I used to hurt her.

“Thomas is a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there” was her brutal retort.

And now I watch her move out of my vision.

Out of my life.

Out of my mind.

Thus begins

this peyote journey

flowing down the

river of consciousness

with kaleidoscopic thoughts

in a hallucinatory fire

where vague ideas

burn like wax candles

as effulgent imagery

reflects in the mirror

of the mental canvas

creating surreal lucidity

so the mind is clear

and the soul begins to

enjoy transitory madness

I heard it.

Dew, from the tip of a needle, leaf...

A whistle down, as I inhale the green

of your sighs, squeezed so elementally

condensed and reassembled, a piece of sky

feeding the stand of all our Originality.