fighting figments of me

Have you given

Birthday card to your father

So tongue to heart

They were one

And heard it read aloud

Where a comma

Apostrophe should have gone?

Seen that smile with sharpened edge

And felt everything inside of you

Jump

Over the ledge?

 

Have no views, reviews

Had free magazines say

You’re not worth the ink they’d spend?

 

Given up hoping because hope

is time you can’t spend

Busy lending

Love your free hand

So you try to remember Morse code

Beating of two hearts

Until just hers

Let the words slip from memory

As controllable as blood

When cut too deeply?

 

Found resolution in the fact

That a writer you’ll never be

So critique

Your tongue is as sharp and long as a

Machete

And cuts back brush

Tames wild tendon vines

But not strong enough

To sever the one time

She had too much wine

And found yourself in beautiful

Rapture.

 

Every image you capture

Needs to be cropped

Because tactic and emotion

Are for you

Like tides of an ocean

Giving and taking

Breaking jetties

Raking sand

 

Over you

So deeply covered

When crabs pass your eyes

They say excuse me

Because they could move

And know that you cannot…

Reviews

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~ i re-read this terrific piece of poetry, monsieur... and so i deleted my previous review... and, all i want to say is that you're an amazingly gifted poet... and i sincerely hope that someone intelligent out there finds you and publishes you...