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My proper name slithers trough fields of blooming asterisks

with downcast ink serpents and squiggly symbols I want to straighten.

 

This single-sheet paper-frown with ugly black pock marks

scattered randomly like a confetti orgasm

means that you & I are now

 

You

&

I.

 

Separate timelines leaking behind each of us.

Strange what we invent

to keep ourselves in pain.

 

Makes me want a cigarette.

 

Awful habit,

but,

probably not as bad for me as

you are.  

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

You
&
I.

Separate timelines leaking behind each of us.
Strange what we invent
to keep ourselves in pain...

These words are so pivotal to the whole piece and have been understated, rather than elaborated on, so much to be read between the lines, which is as it should be in poetry.

[Tommy]

They probably both taste great after a good beer buzz…That second stanza paints a picture right out of the movie “American Me”…Sometimes opposites attract, and sometimes hate loves to love each other…

Great Write SK!
RLG,
Tommy

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Pretty nice write, came across loud and clear. I actually enjoyed it. xo

[Kenneth The Poet]

Very cool, you two are probably like oil and water, except she's crude oil, the kind of oil needed to power the grids that connects us all.