Magnificent
Channel: Bradley Parks
Date: 2016-05-30

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Magnificent~
Donnie got with Sharla.
They held hands in the atrium and I pretended not to see.
I was jealous, masking it as disgust. 
How could I dream of a future.
Hands, feet and legs draped around a gross interpretation of love.
Juvenile.
Reviled, hazy and visceral dreams that make friends with rapid eyes, exiled from their places, staring at perfect lips and smiles.
And all the while, I remind myself: I am not magnificent. 
Daddy ran to Landry’s
A hot water, tasting like a puddle filtered through a long since burned down house.
The only sip that made him smile.
Mamma’s trembling fingers clutching cig’s and bottles full of circles that make me bearable.
Simon bearable-
Cathrine bearable-
Floating, terrible, little dark wreaths, shading beautiful marble movie eyes; eyes we share that tell a parable of a masochistic bitter-sweetness.
A variable to the life I thought I’d have.
I saw a mirror of that loving family and it saw me.
It taunted; you are not magnificent.
Spring meets Summer's relentless humidity.
Beads of sweat trickle down your neck; a pool of salt and sin.
You repeat yourself, asking about the door, its closing a deafening filter, I’m sure.
Worms don’t squirm as much.
How jovial I must seem, now a carbon copy in that beautiful mind.
Sweat replaced with tears just as salty.
And when they ask, “Such a demon could have done this?”
No longer recant “The boy who feeds the birds.”
A beautiful speck of dust, sweeter than Ovaltine.
You are not that pretty little picture, hung above the banister; you are not magnificent.
Bradley Parks~