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Trepidationthis all stems from fear.
losing, gaining, forgetting. fear for all i have,
all i don't and all i never will.
she's beautiful. i'm not her.
and every night i curse every house in the city for stealing
the light from our stars. repulsive.
what do you see when you look in the mirror?
i see destitute. i see every flaw god has thrust
on mankind and i zero in on it. i love it.
no, i do not love my flaws. i love my flaws.
that women said my parents must be good people,
for raising me to be who i am today. and that hard-looking
lady over there? she said my parents raised me
right for my love of bob dylan.
i miss her. i feel her absence in every thing i do,
everything i feel. hear. taste. her sister called me the other
day. told me she hopes i suffer for tainting
her image- a women so beautiful, god couldn't let
her live. mirrors again. tainted, tainted, tainted.
parents tell me, what are parents like? do you feel
protected? safe? do they pay for things? what is their role?
Conflatelisten: my dear, that
is the sound of tearful violins, vague
and tired- reiterating every elapsed
note played between dulcet tobacco trances.
and, you'll feel every
carefully caught regret fill cups of
resolute, ephemeral eyes in attenuated tones of
redolent ripples, found between silent verities.
but, my dear, remember:
drowning will always be our simple cynosure.
Windowsthey stir woefully with graceful lilt, in
exhausted sync with ephemeral breaths, and
i watch as aimless and transparent smiles hover
overhead, mocking gravity within pyrrhic wind.
420mary-jane always did enjoy
harmonizing you, with
every intrinsic arpeggio reverberating
from Beethoven's silver tongue.
mary-jane always did enjoy
embracing you, with
every bard calculating and determining casual
spirited sunlight dancing across your skin.
mary-jane always did enjoy
showering you, with
hints of happy accidents painted
across your sated face.
Callousice-crystals fall from absolute sky
kissing soft earth, eyes tempering
hardened soil to harder still-
tasting frozen breaths between
carved limbs intertwined by
the caress of constant
contours: shattered spine, on
cracked rib, on numb toes, on
every sigh in correlation with:
"stay, under this unfaithful
cold, a blanket of every last promise
your youthful self proclaimed for its own."
Ethershe wears thin and sleepless
on augmented breaths, in
her eyes ache, whispering
isn't every tragedy
the very essence of beauty?
she vibrates in dire melody,
chanting where is every scenic
word cried in tears of detention?
she wears weary and starved
on every celestial bond
tinkering in bridges
of long deserted
Nilher eyes tell stories of
the science behind
numb dances around broken
telephone lines; vague
in weary promises.
stories of his rough skin, breaking
outlines of isolation across atoms and
the synapses of neurons in
her used head.
stories of the love she makes
to absent, small leaves- the
burrow of words in punished soil, in
every collective thought found
between desolate constellations, and of
p e r f e c t i o n
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