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you were up in the air
with every one for whom you really care
the freeways whipped
by the wind that misfortune saw fit
to bring you the joy that you no longer stand to sit
the sand
lets me sink deeper
and my footsteps heavier
as the rain pelts my last face
standing outside your Christmas and New Years
I hear the laughter at my dispense
no longer the voice over ice in tense
candy bowls of Advil gel
the aroma never described as a smell
every one means full well
because only they you still tell
sentences you let me complete
so silent when you lie so discreet
time after time spent hinting at how incomplete
above apology
acceptance among the cursed by degrees
how ill you speak of those you love means
you speak of me less
those whose lips are sewn shut
have yet to answer by themselves
they protect the harm
tried by jury with hammer and arm
both of them heaven sent
with father not told where he went
incapable of flaw
killing asses with a bone jaw
covered in diamond blood
the caves of the wealthy with flood
a rolex wheel of fortune insists
you trade up to make a more worthy kiss
never the night is heard night mares
for they only scream for those who care
the castle you keep is but one
in a lot of many just like it for fun
but yours will keep for all time
your ghost who can not write or rhyme
so many books one for each stair
the comfort of those who aren’t really there
the headache from someone else
is blamed on the only wicked no one can help
now it takes only seconds to heal
from before when the blood of the slain took forever to congeal
bringing unity to your type O
leaving without being told to go
in dire need of a new crown
and someone else who will never live down
every mistake a human may make
fodder for the cannon at my wake
the fish you keep you throw back
bored with their anemic attack
in a war they didn’t declare
why bring guns to a knife fight over air
any one who’s everyone can breathe
is it hate or indifference with which you seethe
each night sore from massaging the feet
of those too tired from searching for the incomplete
content with the decade of doubt
how the partner of promise never worked out
boiling in lye and disease
probably dead from covid nineteen
if you’d known things would be as they are now
right from the start you told me when and what you allow
the love of those who don’t disagree
is made up of one who digs up the cat pee
so many questions unasked
made up of compound queries for each assigned task
so perfect from their will incomplete
best to throw out the paralyzed to the street
and so do the asphalt waves at sea
come between the thought of you and your new me
comfortable in knowing the sickness gone
how nice it must feel to still never be wrong
already certain your heaven won’t call
my poster face painted outside your walls
everyone inside has been told with jest
who was right and who will always be best
the guess list of those who always knew
impressed at how long it took you
they marvel at how you have yet to say
would I please go away
for you’ve become someone who deserves better
the one I didn’t leave behind
still occupies my mind
I write poems for I’m not allowed to send a letter.
written 9/25/20
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