We never knew it

If you called
the phone was ringing
on a line that led nowhere

The pain didn't shake itself
to frothing fury

We merely spilled
an accidental ant
infestation

Could be ordered
by dripping maple syrup
out of pocket

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Well they are also being trawled
Trolled, rolled, and hashed
Backwards into oblivion

Forwards we march to the void
With no uniform but the one
you made us pay for

With every ability but the one to accept
a bit of discipline
A lashing of the tongue
A rolling of the eyes

These we claim as ekstatic
empyrean
and lofty

Base and
belonging

We have never had much of a chance
or survived

Making time is the one operation that
computers are incapable of doing accurately

The slow movements of tektonik
A bit of spatial dejazz
Combines slyruping away at our self-gnawing
ganymede
Diana
sysysus

There are Bacchantic poems
Earth is playing slower
and heavier with us

Then then there them
We decided deicide was old
hats and new sweaters
path-dependencies
Llavanderias and futbol
gols for 2016

never score again
if winning tastes like the defeat
of all desire
than massage me back into a fashion

I need a sauna
and 3 bathing attendants

The stars need less light from us
and more humble pie

The pour poor por que por que no?

Your voice
Soft and reassuring
Your words
Kind and loving
Your breath
Warm and comforting
Your lips
Tender and inviting
Your kiss
Our hearts atingling

If I let you in
What would you think?
Would you see a person?
Would you see a thing?

If I showed to you
What was deep within
Would you shrink in fear?
Would you scorn the sin?

If I showed you my scars
Would you trace them like stars?
Would you laugh in derision-
Mock all my flaws?

If I opened my heart
Would you always be gentle?
Would you cradle it softly
And whisper “It’s beautiful”?

If I showed I was lonely
Would you show you were too?
Would you look past it all?
Would you tell me, “I love you”?

You don't question,
the ocean running into the shore
You don't wonder,
the way the sun burns in the sky

I don't question,
you not kissing me when you come back home anymore
I don't wonder,
why your eyes don't burn when I dress pretty

How did the ocean stop going back to the shore
How did I become just another object sitting in the house

We are breathing different air under the same **** roof
We are being different beings even after we vowed to be one

This is not comfort, no
This is a settlement without any negotiation having taken place.

There once was a man who wrote poetry
Which alas was not read that widely.
Until, that is, he passed away
And became the talk of the day;
Lauded, albeit posthumously!

Crawling out from my own defeated lair,
I am surrendered to the devils,
Of the coldest heart,
Shivering as he touches me,
Giving me a piece of Antarctica,
To survive in this ripping world,
I can see my skin changes colour,
And it starts to fall from my body,
Tearing it slowly,
As I shouted and
Crying and
Begging the devils,
To stop this insanity,
This much pain, this much sadness,
I hope they stay,
To remind me,
Of how one sided love feels like,
I am never, ever again to fall in love,
I am defeated.