Your tepid smile swallows
my hesitations as if a lark.
Please God not another affirmation.
Preference is the saddest
of all the seasons.
Where’s the adventure?
The punitive thrills?
Where is tomorrow in
the untraceable vortex
of your pedestrian calendar?
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Your lips write in cursive
across the blueprints of my soul.
My heart arrhythmic, sealed
to pulchritude and the sky, the same
stinging hue of aquamarine
as the indefatigable sea.
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I wrote this quite literally in about 3 minutes, it just popped out! Today I have another meeting with the unemployment office, I wonder if I get my training schedule?
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