fandangoing with the wind

While the title and start of the write made me think of Donovan's "Catch The Wind". The the vibe turns dark to bring forth Don Henley's "Miss Ghost"

Thank you Jazz. I really like that, how you describe this with those songs.
I know both. Especially like, Miss Ghost.

Really appreciated  :)

Consume your lie
to find your truth

such a powerful statement, more universal than just this poem, a concept I think I’ll take away and think on


“her alibi
slipping off the seconds
the portal closing
its gaping jaw
your bellyful
of crackpot fantasies
swallowed up
with mourning's aftertaste”

This bit here I apologise for this it seems most of my interpretations  are sexually motivated and it seems to me a huge character flaw but in this instance it fits so, sorry

When you look up at the swallow lies
to get to your truth line

It’s almost as if the guy has said
One of the two biggest lies

The cheque is in the mail and
I promise I won’t cum in your mouth

And you’re N is stuck dealing with the heaving fallout of the broken promises
brutal
Self sacrifice for the subject and then being fucked over by them for the effort..

The ending is a perfect mic-drop walk away!

Thanks for the read
And I had to google fandango knew the word, not it’s meaning or it’s context

Great title

No need to apologise for your interpretations. I love to get the readers perspective and the different places they come from.

Nothing like indifference washing over you and walking away without a care or thought of what your leaving behind.  No guilt, even when he is standing on a chair with a noose around his neck, calling you back or he will jump. Just smile and keep on walking.

Thank you gaps, really appreciate your review and time.

Really raw yet contemplative, like looking back calmly across a time that was anything but. It's something I have experienced increasingly, as my years lengthen. The second stanza was my favorite, the mind's eye images it evokes, a simultaneous microcosm and microcosmic sense.

Thank you Daniel.

I gave up on any kind of relationship many years ago now  hence I don't write as much. Now I write on the past just to write, but I'm mostly indifferent to the memories. They are more, things I could have done better, things I will never do again. 🤣

Much appreciated.

I know what you mean. I was just talking to a friend on instagram. I follow her photography. She is a refugee from the war in Ukraine. All I know to do to relate to someone is tell them about myself, so I told her about this time I was briefly a refugee a while back.

In 2015, we fled a category 4 hurricane that was coming right at us, north to stay with family. As we passed through Virginia, we were told we would not be able to stay where we thought we were going. After 11 hours driving, we got hotel rooms just outside Richmond, which had been a capitol of the  Confederacy, during the Civil War, though I saw little of it, mostly enjoyed the cold rain you rarely get in Florida and smoked the last of my weed, which I never did again since. Anyhow, I remember that feeling of dispossession, the fear and uncertainty. The storms had flooded Interstate 95, so I had to detour well west to drive us home. When we got back and saw our little home still standing, it was an indescribable feeling.

Remembering it now, that powerful emotion doesn't come back, which I guess is both a blessing and a curse, in a way, to feel strongly is the essence of life itself, it seems to me, but as I look back, I wish I had done many things differently.

I’m not much into critiquing poetry. I’m more into recognizing as in Sonny Barger and how they recruited Hells Angels.

We don’t recruit, he allegedly said. We recognize.

I recognize you as a real deal. Ty.

I grew up with, Hells Angels in my life, so, totally get it, I'm not much into critiquing poetry either.

Thank you bunches Mr. D :)