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Untitled (3/17/09)

April 5, 2009

thought of some changes
before i lose my nerve
i’m gonna cave
to lending you hope
safer for an hour
no more than passing favors
on an oily rope between calms
it breaks me and that’s enough of- this
won’t help to lure the blight into the room

with each blessing tapered,
fashioned to weapons
we might wage a love unkind,
imagine that wafer of delight
slipping by amidst the agony of the end

no well-built compass to listen,
or to answer
breaks the days of weight overhead
shudder for a template, hold on to a certain lust
for what can be made and unmade with our own hands

my resolve softens and bends
reaffirming no sentiments left to dry,
out alone
among some terrible trees that won’t wait

the hum of mourning
stabbed like sunshine
on a sleeping eye

hasn’t hit you yet

but that doesn’t slow it down

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