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Dust, dirt, debris
Negligence, ignorance, apathy

A stray cup, a rogue fork
I'll take care of it later.
I don't feel like it right now.
Wasting time.


Clothes, bags, papers
Insecure, uncertain, doubtful

Unkempt pillow, unmade bed
I'll take care of it tomorrow.
I bet someone's using the machine.
Excuses.


Dank, dark, dingy
Repulsed, afraid, trapped

Closed door, lights off
I'm ashamed.
I'll clean it soon.
Procrastination.
They drift down with a slow and deliberate ease
alighting on the ground, covering it in white.
Each individual finds another, and together they freeze
becoming one, at peace with their final flight.
Snow.
The white rabbit dances in front of me,
unfurling like a strand of fog in the morning light.

It promises a diversion from the pain,
so I take off and give merry chase.

Into the twists and turns of its lair I go,
looking around desperately for means of escape.
© Peter Alexander Gable
3/1/14
Will one ever — bake
and have too much cake
till their buds goes out of shake

Will one ever — watch
horror movies to much
till they no longer feel as afraid as they used to be

Will one ever — love
someone so dearly
they hold each other so closely
till one day they just
storm out the door furiously

Will one ever — hurt
their hearts too easily
they fall so quickly
in traps so clumsily

they get their hearts broken too much
by people who only loved them for a touch
so worthless they felt, they're now in parts
that they start on breaking other's hearts
get me happy
and I'll start saying
a lotta-bit-uh-things


get me happy
like drunk,
and I'll tell you
everything
I
typically
wouldn't
say
things like, I love you
This time of night you would be wrapped around me
and I around you.
I go to sleep alone yet I still feel your presence in this too empty bed.
I drift and I drift but never into full slumber.
How can one slumber when they can't feel their other?

I feel you and I smell you everywhere I go.
I cannot move a muscle because if I do..you won't feel it
I find myself wondering if it is the same for you.
I never wanted this, it was just you.
You wanted me, you loved me.
But still I lie here, because of your decision.

You don't want me, you don't love me, anymore.
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