THE BEAUTIFUL ONES FADE

by Gary Jurechka   Sep 12, 2005


It is the last
warm day of autumn
as they stroll down
the back alley of hard life
They are young, beautiful gods, full of light and combustible energy,
draped in a shroud of decadence,
wandering a 20th century dreamscape.

The girl with hair like the wind
moans a shudder
as the doe-eyed boy
licks a shard of glass
and slices open his tongue.
Tasting the salty blood in his mouth
he thinks, This must be the taste
of drowning in the ocean.
To her it was the smell of
death in the slaughter-house.

The girl walks away,
leaving him
sitting on the warm bricks,
the blood flowing down his chin,
staining his virgin white shirt
the colour of rotted berries.

July 22, 1993

(NOTE: This was one of my first surreal/abstract pieces(which seemed to peak with the Wearing And Tearing Of The Silences a few years later), anyway, this piece wrote itself and I am still trying to decipher it in my subconscious, though I've had many others interpretations(which is good-I like a poem that can be like a painting-where everyone sees/ feels what they want in it.I eded up writing a sequel piece a few years later(LA TRISTESSE DURERA and awhile after that figured I'd make a trilogy out of it and added the 'epilogue' or end piece(J'Entend Ton Coeur).The trilogy is unofficially titled THE BEAUTIFUL ONES(A Surrealistic Love Story).But this was my first good surreal poem, has been published over 25 times at least and is still a favorite of mine).

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  • 9 years ago

    by Geoff Clemence

    An imaginary experience of death by the inflictor and the witness. Brilliantly testing the imagination of the reader.

    Awsom read mate..

  • 10 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Greatly written poem, breath- taking and so original and unique. The second stanza is my favorite. Whole piece has amazingly captivating imagery.
    5/5 from me

  • 10 years ago

    by Nix

    It is very unique, I am impressed. Very good imagery; these are my favorite lines:
    -The girl walks away,
    leaving him
    sitting on the warm bricks,
    the blood flowing down his chin,
    staining his virgin white shirt
    the colour of rotted berries.-
    Great job, it deserves more then 5/5

  • 10 years ago

    by Cattiebrie

    This left me wanting more. wonderful!

  • 10 years ago

    by jack

    And comment on mine when you have the time.
    thanks

    jack