Absence
by Tyler S
An abscess of a premise to begin with
Awkward cab farewells, overwrought adieus
We buttress our egos with banalities
Begin again but with more cowbell
Scenic routes sustained on what there is to see
Not who is there to see it with
Enough earthlight to fill the eclair, enough lust
To lose sight of what is eidolon and what is fair
Nomnom nomadic doctrine, nurture a vice
Into whatever form needed, nautical hopewells,
Carlsbad caverns, advertisements crammed into
A constant state of hostage, or a cave I assume
Something elusive yet enthralling. Remain enigmatic
A blurry photograph with a text miss your embrace
Tyler S is from Atlanta. He has poems published recently in Metachrosis, Do Geese See God, and Hellmouth among others. He plays music locally and can be found often wandering supermarket aisles helping people reach the top shelf.
