let me tell you of the raven's sins.

Reading: Who reads anyway, right.
Listening to: the beating of my mind.
Mood: greasy.
2014 September 22, 9:04 PM.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Fragmental Versification


You are destruction:
             You destroy my dreams
But there isn't anything left —
      there isn't anything
What was it that we had? Holographic
hunch held us close like prophecies
as we grew closer than the edges
of hues dripping down to dye our dews
Transparent we once were, like air
soaked in these monogrammed mistakes
along those wintry turns you walked
to meet what was left of me —
specter of two-dimensional puppetry
Smothered, smitten, and hurt,
invoking evil spirits within, between
two extremities, we exhausted eternity
Civility, like all things gracious, split
into the present and a dead end
You are tardiness: I become water
like disappearance seeping into earth





Saturday, April 21, 2012, 2:35 PM
Poetry prompt day 16: mixed up.

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