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Unobtainable Axiom


the stairs rise
steeper than an Episcopal steeple
to an attic where
an electric crackle floats on air
filled with laptop internet connections
the smell of mothballs and medial triangles
old sweaters worn braless
dead prayers swept beneath a bed

my preoccupation with you proceeds
without caution I dream
late night musicals in which you star
a wild young Momix dancer
a voice filled with melodious despair
my legs tremble as outside my window
petunias bloom sirens wail
dogs howl at the moon
parrots screech downstairs
you remain unobtainable
I will leave soon

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  • ArtFullyMe gold member
    2 days ago
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    wistful to say the least, and so much internal sound

    "steeper than an Episcopal steeple"
    that line is pure tongue candy

    I love how this says to me, I know it's pointless to dream and yet I do it anyway, in spite of also knowing soon enough I'll wake


  • EdP
    July 9

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    It has been said, at least once, by a very old, very wise Asian man who looks not entirely unlike Yoda,

    "In a poem about unrequited boner
    It bad form to not mention the trousers"


    • RollingStone
      July 9
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      was it the old sweaters worn braless that gave the boner away?

      I love how you always get right to the crux of things

  • Lute
    July 7

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    Yay!

    I am enamored of entire first verse.

    I shall refrain from mischief, yes I will, refrain,
    I will.

    Perhaps however under that bed will be a box with this poem inside, little enough perhaps, but something.


    • RollingStone
      July 7
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      thank you kind sir for such enthusiasm. that attic inspired mischief as well as this poem. you would not believe what was under the bed with those dead prayers!

  • Smilingspider
    July 7
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    brilliant last line on the first verse, This screams of want and longing.


  • jantastic gold member
    July 7
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    I nearly saw the petunias as sirens... I liked that.


  • butterflywriter silver member
    July 7

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    sometimes it is good to consider...

    that unobtainable exists within the realm of that which is meant to be...just a thought; awesome write. Tks. P.


  • Suzanne Dia gold member
    July 6

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    Wow, Travis.

    This is powerful; seems like New York got to you, huh?



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