Archivo de la categoría: Pseudo poetry

There goes the bride

It let itself be known
a maddening wind
sucker
punching my ears shut.

Blows
to the chest I surrender
a lost embrace blinds cold.

Important things have been lost to the winter
and you, a hue of blue
Nature cannot paint twice.

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Last words

Morning unzips the dark

giggles down the street.

If he’s okay wakes me up first thing.

Finds me nestled still in the curlicue of a long night’s neck.

Leave me alone stretches my palms

open. I grieve

for all that exceeds my grasp.

I don’t want to see you sits within the periphery.

Only stepping into focus to jag from time to time.

Twilight slashes the sky again

nightfall spurts out.

Somebody maybe will go to work.

 

Ghosted

He took a look around my room

something

was declared to be very me.

 

Stumbled upon my cologne and quickly corrected

himself “No.

this is very you”.

 

The way he said it, I was already a memory

a fondness

standing right in front of him.                    Was I?

 

Deemed an inanimate object made me

small and lifeless

and round.

 

He put it down without even smelling it, as if he didn’t know

W                    H                     Y

he bothered picking it up in the first place.

 

I now live in his memory alone.                   Am I even flesh?

Some remote mausoleum in the corner of his mind

mere feet away from                       .

 

Joy in the doing

Joy is alive
it rolls, it laughs
joy grows
it springs expands
where there is room to be had
to breathe
to sow.
There’s none here.
There’s none.
Where is the joy
the joy in doing.
What is this hell
of my own making.

 

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