Awful coffee still has its caffeine
And by that same logic
Even awful people can still sharpen me

Unless they're decafe
In which case,
Ew

war
once declared
turns out a deck to find
cut a pack fiercely into
and with the next flip missed
then another, and another, all aligned
discover that there are no more ladies left
to be found in such empty hands as these, no
here - there be only jokers left alive

Receding.

No ocean says, "I want to give way to a strong and crashing love." It doesn't have the time to burn and not churn. It has already landed on the shore, and back again.

Can anyone find me
A single mind of true solidarity
Which sounds as good
As the nothingness of speech
Which I predict upon myself

Both seamless and unendingly

Until I am reminded that
I am alone again
And all too intimately
Standing close and contentedly
With no-one in particular

Maybe my one is meant to remain?