Poetry Drafts

I am a domesticated wolf

A sheep without clothing

Found taking more and

more from the Emperor’s

coffer

These words were never written since the condom never broke. Conceived through misconceptions, arbitrarily the goal

These words are not suppressed

These words are not in jest

These words are not bread and butter

These words are not late for supper

These words are not made for walking

These words are not ripe for stalking

These words are not made to last

These words were meant to be spoken

“Like any game, you will only enjoy Life if you know the rules”

– Me, experiencing random synaptic noise

highly strung

my ways

handed

             down ,

my measurements

[in every respect]

a.piece.of

string

I am with child // the burden immeasurable // I am with child // craving delivery // I am with child // fragrant pine disgorging // I am with child // parturition inconceivable // I am with child // mindless mutt fantasy

Finger painting your back

I feel your scars; some are

healed but others still

bleeding,

Why am I the artist, your

creator at large, when our

time together is coming

to an crossing,

You deserve the touch of

gods, keeping the thread

of life from withering,

My love for you will

never die; but our time

as one is

ending

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