Art By: Alberto Pancorbo
Synthesize the flesh
Secure a link to the heart
Issue directives
2 Haiku March and Truancy
March
Gasping for sunlight
Decrepit leaves disembark
Autumnal death march
Truancy
Precocious roots plunge
Into desecrated soil
Winter truancy
Half Life
I have never known
A joy like that which ignites
Behind a sealed door
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Though you wear many veils
I have seen your likeness
A thousand times
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How I wish that my life
Were a reflection
Of the unseen
For I will never mean
Half as much as you
Have meant to me
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Face to face with you
All I see is my absence
My lips are a tourniquet
Behind which all feelings
Are remorsefully locked
I will not speak to you
Lest you undue
The fantasy I have
So cautiously wrought
Cherry Blossoms
Paper butterflies
Flit through dusky filaments
Trees mirrored on stone
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I am always looking at the shadows on the ground and when the light is just right the entire silhouette of a tree is visible
War
I have broken down inside of these poems,
Each one a declaration of war
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My heart is made of cartilage
The softer flesh has, in support
Of my deficiencies, hardened
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Time does not resolve
Every dilemma
Without interference
I am certain to remain
Between the lines
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I have spent too much time
Deciphering to create,
In any case, the void does not
Favor innovation
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My muse is full of detours and distinctions
Sometimes I wonder what a topic implies
About the state of my immortal soul
My fictional works being especially gregarious
Lack the armament necessary to safeguard their secrets
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I like to feel the words, which given my execution
Lift up from the page like Braille
I don’t need ink to solidify my grievances
They are bourne in my blood, like ruin
Locus
I assign your semblance to the shadows
Of stationary objects that I might secure
Some power over where you manifest
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Your side of the bed grows larger
With each planetary revolution
A night will come when I am
Swallowed completely
By these fibrous attachments
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I’ve never spoken of your vacancy
Denial depends on the maintenance
Of certain superstitions and I have
Loved you too long to let you pass
From my archetype uncontested
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How could I ever forget
The way you felt
Inside of me for so long
You being the locus around
Which my essence gathers
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