Half Empty (Audio)

Fragile and wound

Like a wicker basket

I harvest shame

By the earfuls

You on the other hand

Are half empty

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I cannot even begin

To understand you

Beyond the confines

Of your former lovers

Who speak through you

As if a mannequin

Only they never bother

To alter their voices enough

To confirm their existence

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Deluded by the grandeur

Of my heightened expectations

Infatuation flaunts

An unseemly neurosis

I assemble the flavors

Of your primary palate

In an effort to slide

Inside unchallenged

But sensing my intentions

You’ve removed

Your left ring finger

That nothing enduring

Should come to pass

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Perhaps I will never know

Your hands in proximity

Absolving my loneliness

Or the sound of your voice

Shuddering under the ballast

Of genuine correspondence

Perhaps I will never know

Any love at all

Having none to spare myself

But there is always the dream

The fearsome but obliging dream

That draws the heart to the surface

Into an atmosphere far too dense

To ingest by virtuous means

*

I have felt

The suspicious grip

Of your mollifying detours

Yet the sickness pervades

My heart is a charcoal flame

Blackening all extremity

Unloved by you

Unheard by you

My words stumble

Regretfully

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As this is a longer poem I found it rather challenging to read through without error!

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1NvyfbjlZw9

 

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