As I'm looking at this new format,
in my utter bewilderment,
I think it must be a bad joke
I mean who really designed
this thing or is it completely broke?

Did you not stop to consult
any people who might be
using it -
like laypersons
( ehem... poets )
for example?

Myself the ex-tech analyst
I would have gladly helped,
as this is exactly what I tried
to prevent at my old job.

Anyway I am not sure
I'm going to be writing on this site
any longer
-unless they do something
about this harrible harrible format!!
and yeah I know I sound like Trump
but it just doesn't work correctly
with my computer
and I also lost a lot of poetry becuz of it.

How I get tangled in myself
Like fear mirroring love
Reaching and making contact
Only to get cut

A disillusioned illusion
What marks two eyes
That are murky sea glass stains
Bags that don't leave with sleep
Kisses from life
Sharp nose
Centered forehead crease
A wariness not one does
Dare to speak

How I get tangled in myself
Like fear mirroring love
Reaching and making contact
Only to get cut

I've been at it for 13 hours in whisky and whining
I'm afraid
I speak more to the poets here than my own blood
And everyone is ready to leave
I handled a divorce better
If you all go
I go
What is this FUCKERY?
A joke?
Punishment?
Please fix it back
Most poets don't like change because no change for us has ever been for the better
Some of you, I've written with, cried with, spoken with, and yes
LOVED
for years
You go,
I go
You jump ship
I jump ship
I ******* LOVE you all

I bring you trinkets in the night
Rest your desolate soul on the colors round my wings

Scream your secrets
I will stitch them in the chambers deep in me

Never to whisper your darkest hues, like rising smoke they shall filter deep through me

I will never tell your haunting tales...make them melt in my nocturnal soul

Just let me be your Luna Moth