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Evan Sachs Poem
UNBREAKABLE
I don’t mean indestructible or incorruptible
Something smashed to bits that CAN be fixed
As in unbreak my heart
It’s a quality absent in my situation
I can never go home again
This just leaves making a new start
Carte blanche to reinvent
Being sent to prison is not a blessing
In disguise or otherwise
An opportunity perhaps
Were that all, I’d call it a sweet deal
But let’s keep it real
Starting from scratch is unnatural
Playing by ear feels *****
All parties may heal in due time
Try to find some peace of mind
But until they design a way to rewind
I’ll still have left a scar behind
Maybe he’s more resilient than I give him credit for
In the face of the unknown
My best chance is to assume the worst-case scenario
That’s rather scary, though
You hear about the vicious cycle of child abuse
I worry it’s begun anew
He’ll follow in my footsteps too
Do as I was wont to do
I’d rather dwell on this **** than be overly optimistic
Downplay my legacy
Say I’m not the enemy
The monster in the closet
Or under the bed, lying in wait to eat your head
If I do, I’m screwed when what’s true gets through
Plus I admit
A certain benefit
Never questioning for a bit
What I did to deserve this
My sins are surface
I did it on purpose just to hurt him
Now he’s got permanent pronoun status
Would that we could unmeet
Unbreak, that would be neat
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Evan Sachs Poem
THE GREAT WALL
It’s funny and this is true
Years ago, I thought hopefully of being locked away
I envisioned more of an institutional setting
Nothing to do but roam in my robe
Fingertips lightly brushing the sterile, white walls as I go
No responsibility
No need to even say a word
There’d be talk of Crazy Sachs
Staring into space, wandering wordlessly
Much of this has come to pass
The walls are green and I’m a bit more verbose
But there is that talk
And not much is asked of me besides being seen not heard
I offer this anecdote
For it is the second biggest example in my life
Of the difference between fantasy and reality
Novelty fades fast
Occasionally instantaneously
Expectation begets exaggeration
Excitation leads to exasperation
All in all, between dreams and evil schemes should be a Great Wall
Mine was more an invisible fence
I passed through and was aghast to view the consequence
Slashed through thick vines for a sick crime
I was them first two pigs
Dicking around with straw and twigs
Unhinged when the wolf blew in
hit bricks because the walls were too thin
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, you might find
What you want isn’t what you get once it’s got
Now you have to lie down in an unmade cot
Ruin, subvert
Cause one to hurt
Feel lower than dirt
That’s it in a nutshell
Just swell I’m in a jail cell
Bars make for a fine wall
Look, not touch at all
Plan how to build
With my unskilled
Hands that killed
Nearly
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CREATIVITY
It’s like solving a puzzle
Figuring out by introspection or divine providence
Which word goes where and how it goes there
****, I’d trade a runner’s high for a punner’s high any day
It’s better that way, at least for me
An emotional dump and stress levels call life humpty dumpty
This is my eighth poem in two days and I’m not even ready to
Sleep. At least not any I can afford to lose
And what’s more prison’s no excuse
They can’t take this away from me
Not as long as I have pen and paper
Hell, even if they took that I could still compose
Just a bit more ephemeral in general I suppose
But it keeps me on my toes when the words
I chose came together in the end.
I won’t pretend it’s all about being brilliant
It takes happy accidents and coincidental
Turns of phrase like “turn of phrase” and
“Happy accident” that have something poetical
to em. I don’t create anything I just find
the rhythm that occurs naturally,
And actually, if I over think, it stinks, it’s
ruined and wrecked, I move on to the next
part and come back when I lack brain and
have heart.
I’d rather relieve my mind than my bladder
Splatter my troubles onto the page and watch the rage disengage.
The hardest part for me is knowing when to stop.
Damn,
I thought I had it but I’m compelled to write more.
I’ll end at the end of this line
for real this time.
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Catharsis by Evan Sachs
When your heart’s passed the hard part
And made it to the sweet spot
When you beat the box
When you’ve lifted the unliftable rock and been uplifted
The gift you’ve been gifted is called beneficence by the faithful
Far from hateful
It’s being able to breathe…finally!
Something touchy-feely.
Well…you feel a touch
It’s much. much. much. much…
It might even be All.
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