Kodak

Slain by those sleek eyes
Dripping with gold, and exceeding limits.
Getting in fights - within me.
A matter of self conflicts, of interests
The intent of the words that I read
Were not designed to be damaging,
Wipe the gold off your eyes,
And you are just the candle in the darkness.
No one to chastise.. only to apologize to.
Anxiousness sets my disposition
And talks to the popular culture.
Some admittance to glory would be nice.
It has desecrated my friends.
It's a indelible mark on the time I spend with them.
Sitting and churning in my stomach
Like poison ivy - it infects.
This divine wine,
Surged through my throat,
It has a little serpent in it, but
I required to be drunk with the goodness of the vine.
I can perceive you clearly,
But will I recollect any of this?
I am different - but can you tell the contrast?
You are the boat,
I am the drawbridge.
I am the grass,
You are the four leaf clover.
Long after the media leaves me
We replay some of the best times in our demise,
Living out our lives as descendants.
You know what to say to me to make things stronger.
Is it genuine?
This security, this bond I dare to hold with my bare hands.
Or just extreme memories
Fashioned by the years
Refined by the Kodak it lies on.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002