The EpiphanyA Poem by DrcicarloInconceivably generous. I am deliberate. ill-chosen, splintered, and imposed on. As a degenerate, I summon the Master's actions to justify my behavioral grit. My consciousness is as mixed as a Montrachet, yet my heart is as bold as a cheap Malbec. What is so gently placed before you Is a hideous manifestation of my world views. Skip the introductions-- pas de deux let's rendezvous into a drunken abyss of "I love you" and when I call to say something is missing-- it's been about 6 shots of regret and a couple of packs of loneliness. I am like the tear in your sheets. I can make you feel warm until your body meets the open seam. Like that scarf you had around your neck that did not quite hide the marks that I left. I am Inconceivably generous. I am deliberate. ill-chosen, splintered, and imposed on. © 2017 Drcicarlo |
StatsAuthorDrcicarloAboutI used to write with absolutely no thinking. I would create a meter in my head and write about which demon deserved attention. I used to enjoy my creative writing- it provided company for my selfish m.. more..Writing
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