Dredged up some more poems, one a couple of years old and the other a couple of months. In my more recent affairs with poetry, I've taken a different direction, experimenting more with enjambment, etcetera. Possibly some more of these to come, and I'm working on some actual new stuff to post. Fingers crossed!
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Infidelity
I can see where her head lay
A strand of hair where mine should be
My voice is silent in this house
An accusation of his infidelity
But I shall take, I shall shake, I shall break
These walls until they say
What harlot has usurped my vows
A week and a half from my wedding day
The Edge
The raindrops drip
as smoke on the sill
And the air thrums
with the words and the rhythms and the riffs
Of the human experience
And we breathe the
smoke and the liquor and the hour
As we shout our souls
into that thick air
In hopes that some other’s
will turn to ours (for what?)
And again we reel
With our cosmic clichés
into our philosophic armchairs
As we discuss lives
laid bare
(not ours of course)
by forsaking the world
But for all our eighty years
(some more
some less)
We have drunk but a
fourth of our cup
And so we lapse into
the words of the heads on our mantelpieces
Still shouting desperately
Grasping at explanation
Or meaning
Not seeking the edge
but the delineation of its silhouette
In the hopes that someday
If we see it if we sense
its dark smirk
looming on the horizon
We Will Know.
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