Suffocated lives seem liveable,
Breathable.
The inhales become the problem.
The exhales the solution.
I sigh the differences,
Measure them,
Like a tonic poured down the throat
Of a long-suffering leper,
A magical potion.
The sibyl often warned me,
To maintain hard hearted distances
I admit I failed.
Can you legalize the deadlock?
Euthanasia, may be?
Eventually…
…
The Lost Horizon’s DownSide Be Righted UpWards,
From The Howling GraveYards Of Rusting Ships And DriftWood,
A Solitude Amongst Rats To Be In The Short End For Hustlers,
No Acquiescence To Complete A Swim To Rapture’s Perturbation,
Only Phantom’d Approach From The Angle Of Decay,
As Survivors Excavate From Memory To Scavenge And ReScavenge,
From The Belly Of A Common Wealth…
…
Under Sand… To UnderStand…
…
…
And… To Cross Their Hearts,
Hopeing For The Die To Roll Face-Up On Tales,
As Coins Be As Dice… The Minutes To The Hours Be Flattened,
Laid Easy To Bury… By Last Rites Of Passage Spoken,
Where Cupping To The Heart Be Not A Matter Of Simple Chance,
No…
…
To Silence The Mouth,
The Fadeing Of The Killing Blow,
Softened By The Naked Breast…
…
Yes…
…
That Naked Truth,
See How It Engorges UpOn A Life To Bleed,
As It Feeds To The Broken To Patch Over Chasms,
Rowing The EyeLid To Stutter,
For Milk To Sculpt A Bite…
…
Saliva And Tears Switching To Drip,
To Eat AWay At Sight…
..
And Absorb InTo AbSoluteion,
All Taste To Haste Not The UnBridled Spine…
…
From Future…
…
And Fury.
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Fake plastic people
melting in the sun
Wrinkling with age
they cannot quite accept
Little tiny minds
dwarfed by insecure egos
Dying for attention
that comes their way as laughter
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If only such things could be
like my old regrets grown
gracefully into wisdom,
then twilight would be free
of these reflections
and mercy would be
my resting bed.
But your memory that I wrestle
is as slippery as Socrates.
It poisons me instead
like a dart in a hemlock heart.
Oh my Hippocratic hypocrite!
You heal by inflicting wounds
in the shape of question marks
any sane man would despise.
If a shaggy heart signifies endurance,
then count me among the wise.
As Plato himself once said:
“Everything beautiful is
also difficult.” But how
could he have surmised
this singular difficulty
of your own two eyes?
And so, as I close you
like a philosophical surprise
between the painful pages
of my mind, I wonder if time
shall do the rest…
turning your cold logic
into dust at last.
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bend in and blow
the light over the flame
bend in and send
the winter home again
over the houses and the trees
over your life
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I am never early
just on time
in enough time it seems
to greet an empty room
shaking hands with ghosts
listening to the train whistle
that left a solid twenty
minutes ago,
that is my late arrival way.
They are my used to be
but never really were
friends
rumor and offense
were too scintillating
to turn down
forget about how kind
I always tried to be,
let the dinner begin
but
that is all fine now
I am revising my theory
of people
looking for true friendships,
good honest kindness.