In cryptic
In septic
Make me a map.
Draw me a picture of open heart surgery.
Define my spine.
Biopsy my eyes.
Open my mind.
Implant symbols
to help me remember.
Remind me what you are talking about.
Can you be more specific?
Who are you even talking to?
don't call my name.
serpentine.
Why the Pope?
what did he ever do to you?
Is it needy to say
your kisses are the stitches
holding my life together?
Is it clingy to say
I chart my life by the stars
I see
in your eyes?
Is it sentimental to say
I predict the weather
with your smile?
But your friend,
there are band-aids with his name on them,
scars made in his signature
They show his tell
worse than a bad poker player.
Romance is just a dance
between
reality and fantasy.
Poetry is normal words rhyming
with extraordinary timing.
A.C.
1 comment:
Okay, now, look here, now THIS is what i'm talkin about. You do it, budster. This is in your unique poetic voice, a voice that you've been shaping for years now. Nice. PLEASE don't stop.
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