lost poem

This poem got lost
amongst your contours
and the careless wink of your eye
It fell into a daze
and sat dumbly curled
in the corner of your smile
long before it could grip
onto the grain of the page
and make images stain
like truths

This poem is just words
gesticulating wildly
snapping into line
when it wished to be gestures
dancing in the margins
dervishly spinning spirals
boring into your core

This poem is a shivering quiver
of doodles to dispel
the fear I’ve yet again
misconstrued
the space around you
to make it mean more
than the emptiness it frames

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snagged again

smiling in pictures
(you said, as if to console me)
doesn’t mean you love your life
so now I sit
sifting through all
it could mean instead

flow

jotNrot

By the river’s edge we sat
hoping
something of worth
would float
within easy reach

Our words crossed the bridge above
in opposite directions
Our gaze never trespassed
the crease in the newspaper
spread beneath us
Not even as we measured
the time remaining
in the receding rings
of that cigarette
we shared

I conjured images
of wisdom and wonder
out of the smoke
To shield us
from the banality
of our intentions
But you were already resigned

You said
Fall was beautiful
Even though
It only led
To winter
I finished

Unbelieving, we watched
a chunk of ice
the size of our mutual deception
bobbing past
Leaving a convincing chill in its wake

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