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Slow Burn

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Slow Burn

I feel it when you’re

near me breathing in

my air, taking control

of my universe for these

moments and I don’t

care. I lick my lips in

sweet anticipation of

the electricity and

complexity of our mingled

breath. Excuses to touch

maybe too much for

others but not for us.

Lost is all sense of

time and reason, caution

meets wind so our life

can begin and begin

and begin each time

we meet. Shared space,

lost dates, a rancid hate

for your absence an

abscess on my patience.

Smiles that cannot be

contained, bodies drawn

close as magnets, clinking

together when proximity

meets possibility. Closed

world for only you and

only me where no one

can see and we can

just be. My feet turn

toward you like a

flower to the sun,

soaking in your essence

and storing it away.

Away you’ll go throwing

me onto the coals

until your return, I burn.

Turn it Off

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I don’t know where
it comes from, this
anger I hold inside.

It boils and bubbles
to the surface before
I put the top on and
let the lobster boil.

It’s crazy and I’m
crazy to think it
could ever be something
I’m not. To dwell on
the facts instead of
reveling in the feelings
of it all. I know I’m
inhuman but you
don’t know what I am
or how to unplug me
from myself. I’m sorry
that you don’t. Just
don’t. But I can’t
guide you with my
eyes closed and I
can’t guide me with
my eyes shut.

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Sweet Light

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Joy so fleeting
Joy so sweet
Nectary syrup
of endorphins
and dreams

Come again and
tuck me in
with sheets of
spidery thread

Entrap me in
your sickening
foreign light

Bathe me with
your tongue
In the lap of
lucid luxury.

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Feels

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There is a feeling
In my mind
That never touches
My heart
The notion that I
Can do this
A feeling that I
Can change
And yet it travels
To my chest
My gut
And resides
A lump
I cannot swallow it
And I cannot breathe
The air is fragile
It carries me
Onward and forward
Into a place
I cannot see
In my mind
Where my feels live
Where my heart
Ventures not
Is not welcome
And starts the cycle
Again
Tingling my toes
Climbing up and up
Bypassing
The useless organ
Traipsing over
Tripping over
Hills and valleys
To root in my head
Where it starts.

Feather

 

Selfish Fish

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This poem is a piece from my new poetry chapbook, In the Feels. It is available on Amazon for $2.99 and includes 20 original pieces that have never been posted on by website before (except for the one below that I’m posting now!). You can also read it for free if you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber. Thanks for your support!

 

Selfish Fish

At what point does
your selfishness set
you free from your
guilt and disgustation?
When does your center of
gravity shift to include
someone besides yourself
someone besides anyone
but you who love
and love and love with
only your mouth.
Tell me how to go foreword
and not let the
violent current overtake
me and carry my
helpless body along the
mad ride pushing me
under the surface
where only you can
breathe, where only you
can be, can see, not me.
Swirling, twirling,
tumbling rocks dashed
on rocks with no soft
sand to land. Lend me
your hand that I may
lead you from the dark
depths of you and into
the part of you I know
can be better.

 

To Fly

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How to fly with
Clipped wings
Moving with
clumsy hesitance
unsure if they
should flap
or let the fall
happen.

Breathing
no time for thought
for times fought
with blind passion
and stone solid
convictions
no restrictions
to keep it back
to shield
to protect
a clear lane
unfettered with
life’s clear conscious.

Alive, the ever
changing world
in which we
live in makes
us want to give
up and fly.

Try every day
in every way
to be someone
who flies
but time
and again
I must rise
from the ashes
soaring high
making passes
high above all
and above all
remembering there
is something
and someone
I must do.

Mushrooms grow
and die in the
dank dark and I
prepare to live
and die in the
light if it
will have me
it it will
bathe me
in soft
fluorescent
light.

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Decide

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Banging my head
Against unmoving walls
Chasing wild geese
That have long since gone
Turning in circles
For all to see
Flying high
I can see below
Hit the ground
I just don’t know
Choices, like bees
Buzz around my head
Stinging and flying
Hurting and dying
Skin that aches
With my indecision
Stomach drops
It’s time.

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With Wings

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With wings it flies
Up into the night
Currents and rain
To fight through

Gliding and striving
with every beat
not making very
much headway

Strength wears thin
Drive dies within
can’t go as high
as I thought I could
with wings.

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Many

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How many times
Can I say I’m sorry
For something I
Did not do

How many ways
Can I show
My love for someone
Who isn’t true

How many nights
Should I lay awake
Waiting for your
Arms to hold me

As many as it takes
Too many for my sake
I shall wait
In eternity.

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Unconnected

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Tell me again, Dear Friend
How your day was
What’s happened to you
Since last we met.

I have put on my smile
And my listening ears
Yes, I’m fine
Tell me about you

I don’t know how
To make idle chatter
I never quite learned
Or got the gist

Nod and laugh
When I know it’s
Expected of me
Sip my coffee throughout

Maybe this time I
Will say something
Put a piece of myself
On display, to see

Something’s missing, Dear Friend
No, it’s not my phone
I have my keys
Right here, yes. Good.

But first I’ll listen
One more time
About your planned
Family trip to the sea.

No, I’m fine, coffee’s gone
I’d better get going.
Nice to see you
Don’t be a stranger.

Hug, wave, promise to
Feel the same as I did
Before I came,
As I sat inside.

As I sit now.
Unconnected
Uncollected
Fraying at the seams

Push my stuffing
Back inside
Sew it up again
It’s time to do

Something important.
Start the car
Turn on a radio
That I never hear

Pretend to sing along.

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