The Resolute Of The Blues Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

I
carry
all of these
hallucinations …
failing, decapitated
that freshly chopped
catharsis in transit, to
the frantic, and vicious
contagion; of dreaming.
In the illusional insists, of
regurgitating any rarefied
memory not reduced, to a
scent; unworthy of huffing
an implacable, not so easily
forgotten languorous purification
vowing IAM … the other next question
that immortal suggestible match, those
roping proliferation's, the lone quarry
speaking, the fancied one glowing
of an embellishment through
the resolute of the blues.