Poetry: Claudette Dying from David L O’Nan

Claudette Dying

In a funny hat, walking down to conduct a band.
With Claudette dying playing in your mind,
With all the stones tossing from heartbreaking to blind.

She was always your muse, a mother, your left shoe.
She seemed to be the walking stick in your endless travels.
Speeding around the curves, imbibing in all her clues.
That she was nothing like you, you’re just a shadow.

Claudette talking to the walls, her
father’s photo, and the broken glows.
The wind is so cold beginning to cherry the tip of her nose.
But she keeps drifting deeper into the storm.

In and out of the darkened walls. She carves spirits into the multiverse.
Where the fireflies become her magic carpet.  
Where the sun dimmed to a full eclipse, and we began to cut it through shields
of wind.

Our utopia is in a barbaric stoning, and
Claudette, she shook it off with a broken teeth grin and a shattered jaw.
She was always accident prone, especially around the invisible and violent men.

Oh, can we save her? I am not quite sure.
Our dull jokes or superficial support.
Sometimes words are best unsaid.
Sometimes it is more comfortable to 
have the magnum against the head.
And tease the psychopath to come up with a new riddle.

Claudette watched a holocaust from her bedroom,
the burning towers from the shadows sleeping in the moon.
She watched divinity become soft and washed out.
The bricks of her foundation began to crumble, hypnotized into
the fluid of the eyes of a new ghost lover. Who lived a cult, 
more than in a faith of loving.

The funny hat man can do nothing more,
than spread his song to all his students and the core.
Everyone just wanting to belong.
He’s just as miserable as Claudette, yet he floats around in the majestic roars of love.

His Claudette is a lost case…
A ziplock on a burning brain.  Let us hope she’ll
meet a warm hand during her exit.
Out of town to trick herself out of the present. 

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By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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