Emotions lost, found
scattered through an eclectic collection of media,
cohesive coherency lost as the glue dried and
weakened. Thoughts are ripped from their
foundations, plastered to walls
in a mish-mashed jumble of alphabet soup.
I know what you’re feeling:
lonely. You alliterate your S’s:
softly slipping poetry, condensed,
up your throat and over your tongue.
You siphon out unnecessary words and sell them.
Still your S’s linger.
I have cozened myself – foolishly –
into thinking I could fathom what goes on
behind those blue plastic eyes.
You are too human to be dissected.
For the moment, I will muddle through phrases
scattering them on mechanical neurons
to be plastered over unseeing eyes.
Author notes
written after one of his.
god.
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i lovehatelovehatelove it
when he speaks with an
accent.
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it is very interesting. A little sketchy for my taste but it was still enjoyable. I fely your opening stronger than your close and that kinda through me off but its good to see you writing again!
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