Time Abandonment Poems

Running off with tomorrow
divorcing today
The moment left orphaned
— all time astray

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
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There is no greater sorrow then to recall in the most miserable times, when you  were happiest.
Only our pillows know the great amount of...

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Breathe deeply my legacy,
My mysterious abandonments
My asylums of the dead.
So many forgotten dwellings
Now boarded up and cold.
I once wore them and shed them
Like snakeskins.
All these...

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we have seen tremulous hearts
seeking, securing adoption
of a child abandoned 
or underprivileged 

then time passes
initial fervour is lost
what was boon is bane
the object secured discarded...

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Oh, once upon a time I saw a bird.
The bird was sitting, lonely, on a tree.
I looked at it and it looked down at me.
Then...

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It was going smoothly back then until the storm swept in

		People left my side, I was wondering why nobody checked in;

		Things changed right before my...

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I tried to write a poem to prove to you I could.
But time and distance got in my way.

I tried to write the perfect prose...

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I sabotaged my eight-millimeter childhood.
I never knew Sartre
But I contorted my latex face,
Burying my nothingness in family films.
My child was scripted to be ugly, skipped...

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At a point,
We are all going to pick our glasses,
Say cheers to each other and finally leave the table. 
No matter how cheered you were...

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Certain she’s sleeping he slides out of bed
collecting his discarded clothing
quietly donning them
slipping away silently like a specter
cautiously opening and closing the door
hoping the hinges...

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Inert by the hurt 
In my brain it drives me insane
This carnal rage with lust respite,
Hanging on to life with hands of sleight
Caught in the...

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The year was 1946...


Grandfather, on my dad's side, chemistry professor at the Ann Arbor Campus of the University of Michigan had just finished his tenure,...

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A dime for a lie, a lie for what is his; his father endows him, a bouquet of lies. It carries no promises nor paradise...

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Me and myself
With no wealth
Struggling to live
Nothing left to give
Alone I sleep at night
In a doorway I might
Or under a bridge
Swarms of midge
An empty ruck...

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Embraces shatter leaving timeless stories

Wrapped in butterfly nets, tied with velvet ribbons

Tangled cob webs and ghost blankets

Restless feelings and Kodak moments

 

Wasting into forever

Alone, rotting...

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