Blending In

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Savage
Barbaric

Lustful
Un-classed
Wild

Third World
Dying World
Free World

Histories
Collision
Aftermaths

Wrong doings
Un-doing
Each temporary right

Pig heart
Man-blood
Differences
Fight to be unique

Confounded.

Ordinary battles.
You could be there
We could here

This. Could be anywhere.
I can’t tell apart one world from the other

What happened to us?

So Uncommon

The snare rains open
Like thousand shimmering heads of snakes
Turned on, ready for dance

Inebriated, not the painful kind
Not the kind that
Reminds me of everybody
Being everybody
And skirting the edges of their world, I

Just the snares.
The conversations
The Synth-pop, up-tempo
Down-Cursory
Everyday
Average
Thoughtless
Clapping
Exchanges.

Just talk, you know?

In between horny girls
Up-ed into enthusiasm
And raindrop patters
Of every-day talks over clanking forks
And clinking drinks.

You.

A rarity.
Bouncing into greatness between us.

We must be doing something right.

To the Departed… So It Begins.

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Crawling into voices
Out of Awareness
Into pitiful light

As day meets the other and so. . .
Society wants me blind

Slowly, the poison
Distracts
And juices up my skin

Bills and bliss tussle
In an epimorphic dance

There is no room for the grieving here.

The podium asks the same question
Every time the curtains rise;

You must be forgotten
We must walk over the dead.

Unwilling.
I plaster a smile on
And let you haunt me instead.

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The Unlikely Orphan (Part II)

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ACT II

. . . And then she pondered
Over love,
And wondered what it was.
And you painted yellow
Canvases of a grandmother
You once knew.

She looks up to you.

But it’s right that you
May want to leave
What you think
Is probably true

You are right to wonder
What you might
Get into.

Too much.
Too tough.
Just a little way more than enough.

How do you love a person
Who’s never been loved?

Well I guess you’ve met. . .The Unlikely Orphan.

Whole. BUT, not whole enough.
Running out back-doors
Crawling out of skins
She can’t recognize.

Chaos, her only device.

Say hello to
This unlikely person.

The chinois strains
Out every last gallon of
Blood she drew
But it doesn’t pour down
As red as you.

Something’s different.

It’s the case of the unlikely person.

Here’s a mystery you don’t have to solve.
You’ve seen more than the ones seen all.
You can leave.
For you, I leave the front door open.

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I come back to you

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I come back to you in laughter.
Those strange moments
When I can smile without a thought.
So human, and okay with it.

Then I think of you.

Involuntary. Unwilling. Scared.
Like a taunt you smoke into my veins
And threaten to take it all away.

I come back to you on days
Laced with sadness.
So heavy, my fingers can only bear to breathe into a point
And write these tears to your name.

On those days I claim you owe me.
And then the night curls into sobs.
Reluctant. Unprompted. Unthinking.
Shooting toward your absent
Figure walking guiltless in my closed room.

I come back to you In Love.
When I don’t know what or how to.
I choke. And gasp. And split helpless from within.

I come back to you in growth.
For every inch I try to move
You storm death into my skies.
The light fizzles into silence
And I scurry for My Cave to Nowhere.

When I don’t move.
You don’t.
When I don’t speak.
You don’t.
When I don’t try.
Your silence quiets me.
And then it begins to comfort me
That you’ll always be there.

So I stay transfixed.
The taunt of your voice
Breaks the music in my ears
But I stay transfixed.
The look in your eyes
Blinds the colors in my mind
But I stay transfixed.

I come back to you
In surrender.
Voluntary. Willing. Broken.
So desperate for your words,
That cruelty makes right of everything.
Your face Lives
And my heart bleeds
Into an ancient, unforgiving pain.

I come back to you in those moments
When I’ve fallen, all over again.

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