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Poem: February Twelfth

Newtonian
physics
principia
astound

constant
inertia
holding
me down

weighty
thoughts
spinning
around

Descartes
in my head
ergo cum
unbound

celestial
being
floating
white gown

hallucination
inside
my mind
I’m drowned.

Poem: February Eleventh

I loved you
once and
honestly
still do

the past tense
more present
and acceptable
given the circumstances
or the lack therein
of dialogue
and social
intercourse
of any kind
existing between
these boundaries
that define us

tangential
entanglements
set aside
and away
you stir
my blood
like no-one
ever stirred
the ocean
above or below
the serenity
and illusions
of the noon-day sun

if you would drop
your fierce facade
and your clothing
I know I would too
yet I will not beg
out-loud for you
instead I leave it
to you
to read
the unwritten lines
etched around my eyes
by the lonely years
that have kept us
apart
alone
afraid

mired in isolation
instead of admiration
distinctly
distant
when we should
nearly
dearly
clearly
speak the unspoken

stay with me
awhile
unwind
the past
briefly
reveling in
revealing
the naked youth
still simmering
in our eyes.

Poem: February Tenth

Jenny spoke softly,
Jenny stood near me.
She touched the sky,
and showed me why
the sun dances

Jenny laughing said
Jenny smiling did
whatever she
wanted to be
taking chances

Jenny’s gone away
Jenny didn’t stay
followed her heart
for the most part
I have ashes.

Poem: February Ninth

half by half
and whole again.
we drift away
sailing when?

cloud by moon
near star by lake.
a weeping child –
much to late!

can you do/
what must be done?
each moment dear
breath is one.

step by each;
twirly burly
around the bed.
go to sleep!

Poem: February Eighth

half-eaten remains of the day
stacked dishes reeking of slime
stench of living greeting the dawn

I should take action
scrub it; clean it;
wash it away
instead I stare
at the walls
at the floors
at nothing at all

fridge full of furry mold
eggs hatching alien life
pineapple fermented

I am frozen here
unable; unstable
waiting to fall
motivation is
somewhere
elsewhere
gone from this home

they will come
later today
bundle me; trundle me
carry me out
out out
out and away
where I am going
no one can say

it’ll be a happier place
it’ll be a happier place
it’ll be a happier place

and this one can burn
burn to the ground
see how the flames
dance all around
prancing and licking
and feeling just fine
the heat of the moment
freeing the past

here they come
here they come
see how they run

it’ll be a happier place
it’ll be a happier place
it’ll be a happier place

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