The Stew of Fact and Fiction

I'm going to write every word of every story that lingers
Whatever part of whichever one of you resonates or rots in the Refrigerator of my mind heart soul
Soup and sugar bowl

I'll let the truth and imagination bounce and bubble over and serve the Stew of fact and fiction
A memory that serves the illusion needed to carry on
The baton
Of your ego

To make you go go
Go away
Across the valley of your pain

Marching on
Parading and plundering
Thundering thoughts of things
You had and lost
By choice and chance

Dance, dance she said
But you couldn't hear
Your ears broken and bashed by the falseness of your past

Busted membranes letting all the air out
While you choked choked choked
On your forgotten hope