Three Poems
Here are three poems that I don't consider amazingly good, but do, in fact, share a common vein. It may or may not be apparent what that vein is unless you're me. There's a fourth poem, too, but that one's too autobiographical to have merit.
you are the one and only and
your eyes melt like honey
in the pit of your soft irises
rise and fall push and shove you
are the Rosetta stone the
forbidden zone the one i want
alone and
rise and fall push and shove your
body so holy your smell drives me
to be lonely and your face so
comely homely (not in the sense of ugly)
rise and fall
push and shove you come out above
and i make the call won't you be my
lovely some say it's unbecoming i
think it's befitting just
stay for one sitting
paint your visage
in stereo vision
in goes the first
incision
and i'm all cut out
all cut up
all cut down
all put off
all put down
all left out
shit
* * *
i have been stripped down bare
in the toxic stream
i have been exposed for what i am
a lowly sham
damn
you tear me apart
you cut me down
i am no man
no return receipt
no item exchange
here i am: your commodity
here i am your property
such a tax break
a charity write-off
i'll make you happy
you'll see
i'll give you everything
you'll be me
i'll be
you'll be me
i'll be
* * */large>
you made me
feel so fine
you had me
in your fingers
and i had
absolutely
nothing
your words are empty
your smile is hollow
your promises are dust
i am not the Fool
i am the Fool
i am not the Fool
i am
you seemed so genuine
so, so kind
you seemed to care
so, so fair
you seemed to be real
so, so imaginary
i imagined such things
that can not be wrtten
down in ink or in pixels
Fool
* * *
Adios.
Damn
you are the one and only and
your eyes melt like honey
in the pit of your soft irises
rise and fall push and shove you
are the Rosetta stone the
forbidden zone the one i want
alone and
rise and fall push and shove your
body so holy your smell drives me
to be lonely and your face so
comely homely (not in the sense of ugly)
rise and fall
push and shove you come out above
and i make the call won't you be my
lovely some say it's unbecoming i
think it's befitting just
stay for one sitting
paint your visage
in stereo vision
in goes the first
incision
and i'm all cut out
all cut up
all cut down
all put off
all put down
all left out
shit
Be Me
i have been stripped down bare
in the toxic stream
i have been exposed for what i am
a lowly sham
damn
you tear me apart
you cut me down
i am no man
no return receipt
no item exchange
here i am: your commodity
here i am your property
such a tax break
a charity write-off
i'll make you happy
you'll see
i'll give you everything
you'll be me
i'll be
you'll be me
i'll be
The Fool's Lament: A History of the Protagonist's Friend
you made me
feel so fine
you had me
in your fingers
and i had
absolutely
nothing
your words are empty
your smile is hollow
your promises are dust
i am not the Fool
i am the Fool
i am not the Fool
i am
you seemed so genuine
so, so kind
you seemed to care
so, so fair
you seemed to be real
so, so imaginary
i imagined such things
that can not be wrtten
down in ink or in pixels
Fool
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