Please presume It’s unsure for you as well

Assume  We’re leaning

Into Leaving

(an intangible caress)

I lean into

The careening custody  of my mess.

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S A D D I S H

August 8, 2016

 

“It’s a desperately vexatious thing, that after all one’s reflections and quiet determinations, we should be ruled by moods that one can’t calculate on beforehand.” ―

                                                           George Eliot, Adam Bede  

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She’s  pulling  up  stakes.

For fulfilling dreams wait for her there.

Somewhere else.  Somewhere farther

From this dry dream here.

I love her so I can let it go.

From two hundred to twelve hundred

Miles to walk, away.

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It  stands  to  reason  that

I understand  It’s a good plan  to move,

It gets me in the throat.

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2

I  could  call  it  logical.

get it./ We’ve yet to use unwise  love.

“I’ve got a good hooded coat.”

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3

I  guess  it  makes  some  sense.

It gets me to make  no move.

It got me in my throat.

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It’s all  a saddish  & maddening wishing well.

I’m still a man

Who can sit so still

 

 

 

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I  see  I  settled

It would faintly be a  fate

(Freedom, comes a sweet release)

But I had settled

With   wait.

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Where our hours had  hard like hours

And landfilling them

Sets the sadder shadowed facets of silence

To  stem.

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Hey, yr own old whore,

Before you defile

Yr dreamily dark greenhouse

Pitching

Both  words and stark sticks & stones,

Get a hard look

On each hard paned reflection

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(photo/Friedhelm Thomas)

And An Addled, Sad Man Said

January 17, 2015

It’s unsafe for you too

Assume  We’re leaning

Into Leaving

(an intangible caress)

I lean into

The careening custody  of my mess.