-Love left nothing to confess-
On two worn crutches
Our love wobbles in
See her heart how cold she trembles
Wheelchair romance lying unassembled
The problems came when nothing said
Comes home at night and lies in bed
Paranoia hates those wrong assumptions
Until the talking two
Became the talking at
In.mid air floats a hanging question
A loving pair that craved destruction?
A ping pong game ignoring all
Enticed by a pale hipnotic ball
Falls to find no safety net
Falls to Earth like a Messerschmidt
Take pity on this broken amputee
How youve hammered and youve sickled me
Sad to see how hard she also tried
A coiled up spring never letting up
And giving up surrendering
Love left nothing to confess
And having left nothing, no forwarding address
Categories:
unassembled, break up,
Form: Free verse
typeitallout,doesn'tthatseemnice?
would
it be like
a mantra
giving each thought
its own
universe-in-verse?
or,
inversely,
trapping thought
so pure
so muse
-ical
into
some stilted
pattern
a vice
of semi-pleasing
expression-expressing-expression
that's never quite what
it seems?
isit/
arethey
phones? morphs? memes?
the unassembled
vehicle of dreams?
Categories:
unassembled, death, imagination, introspection, life,
Form: Blank verse