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JEFF CALLAHAN: Music

Courting Delirium

(Jeff Callahan)
Upon the lightening struck morning orchard cobblestones, thicklipped blossoms cursed her fresh abandoned white nightgown. Bare foot among thunders, she bell-roped howling waterfalls drenching my bonfire crown.

Perfumed beautiful while musing ancient jasmine leaves, checkmated winds proposed to sunflowers on faulty knees. We overlooked from slipshod rooftops shrouding our apocalyptic apogees.

She’s been witching me to madness. I cannot tell what is and is not real. Courting delirium cross-legged until our feet grew numb, she taught my mind how just to feel.

On afternoon hillsides drawing water from empty wells, clouds erupted feathers from silver linings at the hem. We grieved with tongued-tied swans swooning by drooping heather daydreaming thickets stem by stem.

She’s been witching me to madness. I cannot tell what is and is not real. Courting delirium cross-legged until our feet grew numb, she taught my mind how just to feel.

From my cup she drinks her fill. My strongest weakness is my will. Lord, forgive me if I stay. I’ll see you again yesterday.

As the jaundice night scrawled namelessly down the canyon wall, the moon held ankle-deep in a bottlecrashing cobweb sky. A half-dead goldfish with moth-eaten angel wings hummed us a stellar lullaby.

She’s been witching me to madness. I cannot tell what is and is not real. Courting delirium cross-legged until our feet grew numb, she taught my mind how just to feel.