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The Undertures of Affection

In Poetry, Uncategorized on November 24, 2016 at 8:36 pm

We were strangers before we weren’t.
Weren’t you strangely familiar,
Weren’t you so closely removed
From everything I had ever experienced,
From everything I’d had with history

I have you with me currently.
You have me with you, yet
We haven’t totally dissolved the strangeness of it.

We’re a string of exposures
Taken from unexposed piles
To dry on a clothesline in a room
Lit by nothing but desperately needing sunlight
To dry our soakingly overt undertures
At each other by way of avoidance.

We fell upon filler to hole up awkwardly
Together. We are awkward, but
We so desperately need each other.

You make me so desperately happy.
In the exposures I hope that shows.
Through the negatives, through fear,
Through the moments that skip,
I”ll hold onto your picture.

A line in the Sand

In Poetry, Uncategorized on November 24, 2016 at 8:29 pm

At least I know that I’m dumb.
It’s a line in the sand,
Some see it and some don’t .
There are no smart people,
There are no ignorance-void gods.

Among us, uncertainty dumbs us all
Along fallible passages.
Our cobblestoned  aspirations and beliefs,
They walk us drunk towards passing out
On the hope that all ends well…. despite

Our sober mind’s hard fear of the imaginable terminations of each our own dreamed-up know-it-all kingdom.

Crumbled Earnings

In Poetry, Uncategorized on November 14, 2016 at 8:27 pm

I desire a headache
Just to to acknowledge the robbed-throbbing
One-splitted goings for each general
Makings of a thing not just like I lied them….

I desire a slapping stingfuls’
Assessment of my aspirations gone regular
Rank my runnings for “Most Deserved
Shitting-Good Burn”. Insolvencies

Spill me out of my trough.
-I desire my acute voice-over to think
Of the non-nuisance it is. Mundane business
Behaves me to root inside these

Crumbled earnings.