Between the paving stones
Skinny bodies torn and coarsened
Overtake an indiscriminate sun
Even poverty dreams, even shadows
Dwell adjacent to divinity. Am I not
Human? My guilt-ridden bones retire
And aspire same as yours. If society
Disowns me, will I not wither in neglect?
=
Artifice would bid me leave, the blue
Heart of winter amidst artificial springs
Eel-tongued sycophants would cater my
Etiquette to suit recreant needs, never
Question, never think outside of trends
Let there stand only one woman and one
Man, of perfect symmetry. Peace manufactured
Through puppetry and masquerade
We have lost all sense of connection outside
Of imitation. I am aberrant, deviant, guilty of
Treason I surrender my heart to the unlit moon
To the mystery of eclipse, to the anarchy of my
Thrilling inquisitions. I will never become you but
If your arms should fall open I will welcome you
Into me, not in spite of the differences, not in
Spite of anyone or anything at all
=
I have a pile of poetry at the moment I did go to the country today all seizy and crazy as it were. I wrote a poem there too but I was outside at least lol I might make errors in my poems if you catch one let me know though my errors tend to be very strange like replacing coffee with wafer, caterpillar with turpentine the connections my brain makes no wonder I can’t access my memories!
mindlovemisery 