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I was driving behind a gray sedan today,
It looked just like yours.
And although I know you are practically a million miles away,
Part of me still wondered if you were the one in the driver’s seat.
I followed it down a road I had no business turning onto,
Hoping I might somehow get a glimpse of you.
I find myself doing that a lot these days…
hoping illogically with you in the back of my mind.
I remind myself that you’ve moved on,
I tell myself I’m glad that you did.
For a moment in time, I wanted nothing to do with us…with me and you.
Moving on felt like relief,
A breath I had been waiting to take.
Yet, here I am.
I’ve pulled out my pen,
My notebook is open for the first time in months
…the poem is still about you.
I miss it.
I miss us.
Mostly, I miss you.
I’d catch you staring at me from across the room,
My heart would skip a beat.
My stomach would churn.
I used to hate it.
Now, I crave it.
We never dated,
but I feel like we did.
We never dated,
but I stayed up well into the night to talk to you.
We never dated,
but I would’ve said you were my best friend.
We never dated,
but I know if it was up to you, we would have.
I didn’t mean to break your heart back then.
In return, I shattered my own.
If you were to ask me how I’m doing,
I would tell you
I’m still learning how to pick up the pieces without cutting myself.
And the cuts become deeper when I notice that you still stalk me on the internet.
I laugh.
Do you know I do the same to you?
You reached out the other day,
And ever since then I hope every vibration of my phone is a message from you.
I was driving behind a gray sedan today.
It looked just like yours.
The similarities made me wonder,
Do you still think about me, too?
Love me and hate me at the same time
Less I be the bringer of comfort and pain
You can choose to go forward or be left behind
Because in life... you can neither go nor remain
Have you run too far or stayed too near?
Have you seen what you do not see?
So you show machoism when you fear?
Why don’t we become what we never will be?
I can be tolerant with an anger at peak
I can also be ridiculous when I’m vulnerably alone
I’m playfully vengeful without words I speak
And to silently be grateful within a crowd left to my own
Why lie knowing truth can kill?
Why be honest when lying I can save?
How did and when were laws made for who?
How is the same since for hence to differently behave?
There are too many rights and wrongs
We have logic illogically and logically
I am myself somewhere and nowhere I belong
Living but in moments if not momentarily
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08/04/2019
Genre: Life
Song: Enigma Vol. 8
"kamikaze"
Isn’t it odd
how you always gravitate back to me,
I circle your mind like a helicopter
you watch me
like a moth
attracted to flames,
lit in succulent tender air waves
the others will state their absolute grievances,
it’s a force majeure for preconceived
unaccountable and unavoidable catastrophes
but We,
persist, We,
kamikaze
all artificial
and unintelligent,
other side of the wall
reasoning
bows,
to Love,
always
Love,
gravitates,
persists,
calls us all in
just as debutantes,
there We are,
our insides shining out,
illogically
semi-public
so un-upperclassed,
We are, barefeet dancing
under eye-glass boiling,
serious insects
quartered illogically
'neath microscope petri'd
kamikaze
Love
calls Us all in
debutantes
illogically
troped
“Juliet is the Sun!”,
espouses Romeo;
little does he know,
She is more
than a
soft black-holed velvet galaxy
She's a
Universe, diamond sharp
turned inside out
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Missing, missing, missing
Is all I am doing.
Kissing, kissing, kissing
Is all I am wishing for.
Yearning, yearning, yearning
Is all I am doing.
Coz I love you
Yeah babe I love you
Coz I need you
Yeah babe I need you
You affect my senses
Yeah babe you do
Coz I love you
Yeah babe I do
Aching, aching, aching,
Is my body doing,
Crazy, crazy, crazy,
Is my mind going,
I wish I could cut this thing off.
That is how it goes
When you love someone so much
So that anything else
Besides her is never
A look of love, a face of love.
Confused, confused, confused,
Is all I am without you.
Frantic, frantic, frantic
Are all my efforts for you.
Dirty-holy, dirty-holy, dirty-holy
Are all my thoughts about you.
I feel as if everyone falls for you,
Craves for you, loves you like I do,
Illogically.
The logic of life…
illogically pure
In search of itself,
last problem to cure
Synapses relapse,
science reclaims
The form with the formula,
washed down the drain
Structural weakness,
obsolescence defined
The clocks after midnight,
forever to chime
With finality’s ink,
used falsely to stamp
The rug underneath us,
pulled out in a rant
Our nature found larcenous,
truth we must steal
To claim for ourselves,
what our lies deem as real
While eternity listens
to this comedy play out
The light calling us inward
—past reason and doubt
(Strafford Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Let’s not forget our calmer gods,
Our babies flooding over our bodies while
Lying on the small and colorful living room rug.
Bug-eyed joy darting into my soul from strange corners of the body.
It’s the lying and rolling and crashing and skin-skin madness they care about,
Because whether or not they’re cognizant of it,
It is what you need, illogically and without reason.
Get dirty and senseless, roll around with the Spirit Quest Gang,
Your children, your future, your breathe of fresh topsy-turvy
Life-affirming activity.
Forget your brain and let them point the way,
To your own collective salvation and unmitigated fun.