Astigmatism

Parallel on the same plane
Fact or fiction?
You lying next to me
Seems an obscured vision.
Your breath so warm
Hands are sweaty
Your head on my arms
Heavy and weary.
Bird's eye, clear view
A song without a stage
A sad banner of notes
Breaking the brassy cage
Like a sudden rain
Broke the chain
Reality notched in
So close but far away.

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Woes Versus Rues III

On the other hand she says
"You are not just a friend…"
Her distant breath weaving warmth
"You are a family."
across the oceanic miles
But what is a family?
And what is a friend?
I felt a cold crawl up my spine
But I shrug it off and avoided
To ask which is more likely
To be ephemeral
Perhaps it was all surmised.

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The River

A calm river disturbed
is like a cold torrent thunder
It flows a fume of emotion
and ebbs back gave and somber
Its frosty water - sad and serene
and her tears are even colder
a mirror of beautiful scenes
dreamy fluid luster
Futile and still,
I soaked my feet in the river
she responded with the hostility
of the squirming chill inside her.

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Vociferous

You are my infinite
life and death
and because of you
I am not afraid
to be afraid
because your hands
honed my calluses,
combed my mane,
and tamed my fangs
and taught the lion
to meander undone
and tonight, as the mountain
goes brown and slowly
and the moon masquerades
I roar for you again
over and over
until your mountains
will be moved

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Widow Pianist

Two hours before existence
He struck mindlessly
Lashing out, trying blindly
With ears bolted
From the contoured melody
And lips busy
In a genocide
A banshee fritters away
With the pressing of
His stale scrawny fingers
In a somnolent levity
Teeming with apprehension
And siphoned of tranquility
I am not a widow pianist.
How can I endure this?

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Doors

Towards the slumbering door
The key is buried in the viscera
I await to be stripped naked
Fervently contending against
the hymns of silence
I am ready to try
To swim to endlessness,
To gyrate with the sways,
To pick from the galaxies,
Without any certainty
Of where the passage leads
But what else is to be done
But to open the closed doors.

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Death Star

Like all temporal musings,
a gyratory wind
on a ponderous vacuum -
the shrilling symphony that whets
the dislimned filigree
donned upon my elusive stars
fulminates from holding the floodgates
and when it succumbed
to its ghastly call
and basked in
fire and ice
its soul is devoured
now a death star
tight-roping with empty words
and vacant eyes.

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Myopia

You were far
When I needed you near;
I was heartless
When you needed a heart;
You talked
When I needed you to listen;
I unraveled less
When I pried deeper.

We are dazed by love
Tormented by anguish
And defeat
Is our only creed.

We were
On the same page
But never
On the same edge.

This is how it works

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Letters To A Dove

Tea rose your lips
Ashen is mine
Cradling a blue flame
Your ether and dime
Linger in the lines
Of clean desire
Nonchalant of their
Green doe-eyes
From the innocuous
Absent stare of mine
Foreboding treachery
Unfaithful child,
Serendipity is
Away tonight -
Moon and sleep away
With the letters
Sent to a dove
Futilely, we malinger
For the light of demise.

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The Yielding

Crossing the chasm of reality,
I mire myself in gilded fantasies;
where do I look back?

I wrapped myself in flames
and burn to ashes
before I fade away

and as I brew the ennui
of the downpour above me
I wrapped myself in rain
flushing out the colors that worry me

Pulling roots and picking stones,
fragmenting poignant dreams and bones;
where do I go from here?

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