The Poet
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The Poet
He skirts reality
And her full lips
Wax and wanes on the senses
Of his kind's trip
So seductive the words
Presented by wine
All smooth and cool
In delivery consigned
Life forces imbuing
Cliffs and clues
A pathological searching
For debts and dues
These idols created
To soothe the wounds
Imagining how
The other construes
A baby birthed
Crying for form
A being changed
Staid by reform
In awe of the miracle
Presented to thee
So much so he curls in
A memory of me
A fuckin' rabbit's hole
If I ever saw one
I glaze him with mud
And walk through the trenches
Of his curious flood
*This is partially about my own little lightning bolt, only he's more like the sparks that happen when you pull a synthetic blanket over your head in the dark. I have to keep him in his place.
He skirts reality
And her full lips
Wax and wanes on the senses
Of his kind's trip
So seductive the words
Presented by wine
All smooth and cool
In delivery consigned
Life forces imbuing
Cliffs and clues
A pathological searching
For debts and dues
These idols created
To soothe the wounds
Imagining how
The other construes
A baby birthed
Crying for form
A being changed
Staid by reform
In awe of the miracle
Presented to thee
So much so he curls in
A memory of me
A fuckin' rabbit's hole
If I ever saw one
I glaze him with mud
And walk through the trenches
Of his curious flood
*This is partially about my own little lightning bolt, only he's more like the sparks that happen when you pull a synthetic blanket over your head in the dark. I have to keep him in his place.
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce