Poetry Drafts

Two

Another twice

Occurring

Recurring

Your scarred

Arms no longer

Comforting me

The shadows reaching

For the needy

Finding only

The poet

Bleeding

The task

If we choose to

Accept it

Is impossible and

We know it yet

Hesitation does not

Cross our minds

As we throw ourselves

Over the cliff’s edge

The desire to succeed

The overwhelming joy

Upon success we know

It was worthwhile

To get it done

The mirror cracked

from time woven

interference patterns

Straight A

flattened

sharpened

through the tunneling

of cosmic rays

unbalanced

The mirror cracked

as all

perished

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Přĕššüřĕ

Büïļđïňğ

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Ćőňšïďěřĕđ

Brunette or red head

not sure but

matter it does not

muchly tho do

unhat what covers you

unshade those eyes

reveal those truths

to me

A subtle vibration

Birds chirping

The dawn greeting

is silent but

welcoming

The shower hot

Full breakfast with beans

on the side

The drive effortless

The Green Wave

across the city

A smiling face in

reception, the first cup

a delight

Typing away vigoursly

Lunch at the food park

Typing typing typing

Cleaner’s arriving

Leaving as midnight

approaches

Driving,

the roads are empty

my head’s the same

Parking up in darkness

Silence greeting the

bottle unveiling

a cork undone

The haze increasing

gradually as the

another chapter of

The Satanic Verses are

added…

As the sun sets in the East

I reach out

touch your hand

a gentle squeeze

I lift the glass to health

silence.

silence..

silence…

drinks alone

this night

The knife lacks a
sharp edge
scratches is all I manage
Cutting deep the
ultimate dream
The flood of blood
Ad Infinitum

With age comes loss

I don’t remember when

I stopped growing

stopped changing

Seeing children growing up

Taller and fatter as

the years piles on

I remain twenty-five and

a summer short

of finding love

I hope