Poems

for a lack of same
i embrace other
the things i am not
put nothing together
and discover i'm hidden
under society's mirror

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s/he holds me up
not my arm but my
consciousness
recently raised to
the height of awareness
that comes only
from suspension of soul
or is it body/mind
turn the page
imagination evicerated
in the plot
cringing at the sight
s/he did not create

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reach for that which you depend
grasping only air * or is it smoke
that limb you climbed for cracks
under the weight of your disappointment

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follow the life of a fly
whose walls it crawls
the secrets the color holds
see temptation multiply

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here i sit
hoping for an happy ending
but as i peruse the titles
i have already forgotten
what you came to say

don't get jealous
i was just looking
i didn't even touch

don't be angry
it didn't mean anything
it could never feel better
than i do with you

i know i'm close
approaching that
climatic ending
but i must admit i'm
distracted

no, baby, its not you
its me
maybe we should take a
break
i just need to have some
fun
of course i'll be back

i turn and walk away
i have no choice
i'm going crazy

'oh, fuck it. i'm never going to finish this book'

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