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in perpetuity
A poem.
what should i write for today?
the silence that follows
signals more than just words on a page would dictate.
say.
could.
my life so far has been an open book
if anyone cared to listen.
i’ve made pain my frisson –
like that mediocre song by that horrible band,
held-over from the last i let slip through my hands.
i’m sitting on my office chair
on the blanket it covers to catch the sweat and hair
& shit of the times i couldn’t help yours truly,
facing another empty page that degrades into self-study
Jay’s Take: The 355
home
or, another eulogy
A poem.
“i don’t care.”
the words reverberated through the weeks
that passed since you spoke them
though they always felt like years.
i was still seething, when it was the smell
of your freshly-dyed hair that i wanted to be breathing.
it should have been a celebration.
did you ever lay with a man without your phone in hand
or in reach, just in case
what you thought was a connection was merely malaise?
i am capable of sitting around all day
doing nothing, progressively,
expecting some sugar with my coffee and cream like every man since the dawn of society.
“too sweet to be sour, too nice to be mean.”
timely.
look at me.
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