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Knot
Sometimes I think I escape. I think I can think my way out and ascend above the intertwines of you and I and life and all I know. but I all I know Is that there is no ascent there is no above there is no untangled there are knots. I am not a point of clarity or origin. So where does that leave me? The late night the early morning the I am alone with thoughts and feelings individual my writing is tied to theirs and the moon and everything I have ever done or seen or heard - the string willingly tossed out into bright light left to catch on novels and oceans. (‘bravery’, I named it.) The string carelessly nudged into the dark snagged and torn by love and silence. (‘life’, I named that.) follow the trail unravel the person traverse vast deserts for an untangled string and you will find a knot. a knot. My Rose
The sun calls through the red curtains, making A sanguine glow in the room, the same shade As last night’s dress and heels. You hadn’t stayed Out late, unlike last week; not forsaking Anything with texts missed, no risk-taking As we’d agreed: thanked each-other and made Future plans, good-night kiss; might’ve played Out something like that. Pretty rose, quaking From more deaths than I want to count, yet still Through generations the cliché survives (Though in the ring I lasted years until I was gored by thorns, a red cape hiding knives.) So when you wake I will still cross this strait, Penelope, with the hope you will wait. I suck small portions of room not
Big to fill a sack with wind Hello WebMD my old friend I’ve come to prang at you again. Let me pause for breath my. brother. was. made. to. write. a. letter. at. himself. age. eleven. saying. keep. that. death. stick. away. from. me! Wind through the crack in the unopenable window Wind in my unsucking, unbuckled nostril pass me my pump 100MCG CFC FREE. FOUR TIMES A DAY Some people enjoy being choked. They find it sexy. |
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