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May 2019 · 263
oh dear.
Morrie W S May 2019
i wish this one had a rhyme,
a careful slip-of-hand design.
i wish i could look myself in
the eye

i wish i didn't sense disaster,
wish ken felt less like the cruelest master.

i wish i believed a wish meant anything.
that way when i stared off into the sun,
i could trade a line on the eye chart
for more years with you

i wish any of my thoughts made sense

i wonder how you can love me  
when what i have equates to pence

i wonder how all the things about myself i can't stand--
i wonder how all of those things are so beautiful on you

there are a lot of things i wonder
and none of them compare to your ageless, spaceless, graceless grace
wip sort-of, rambling
May 2019 · 940
formations.
Morrie W S May 2019
every day i wake up
           expecting full formation
     only to discover i have yet to pop.

life feels like a kernel in my back left molar.
      

        i look for my future in
     yesterday's egg scramble.
       the yolk: no solution,
no bramble
  

i yearn all the more  for my unrummaged brain--
keep ice in my left hand,
sanity in the wrong vein.

i always fall too steep,
staccato fingers quick to adjust
a smile to a frown.
i always bruise my hips on the way down.


my glass-bottom floor,
my lamp-lit contingency.
all's  keepin' me afloat:
my swiss-riddled dignity.
oof.
Morrie W S Apr 2019
connections:
tenuous, strenuous.

beliefs stretch
farther than bombs

faith:
a word in line with desolation
mainline my vices;
daydream my lichens.

keep in line
with happier times.

protect us from ourselves
Apr 2019 · 185
trigger-sappy
Morrie W S Apr 2019
clumsy me
i keep my soul
clumsy me:
telepathy glows.

you place manipulation.
i leave contempt.

a fortnight since
that witch unkempt.
Apr 2019 · 331
equilibrium
Morrie W S Apr 2019
i touch yer skin;
you touch my face;
we broke our hearts
in ev'ry place.

my ev'ry dream:
you felt them too.
my ev'ry bone
feels underused.

technicolour dream,
black 'n white scream.

it used to be naught
but primary.


I touch yer skin;
you touch my face.
you break my awe
in ev'ry place.

my limbo love:
i carry thee
as to Valhalla
you carry me.

i touch yer skin;
you touch my face
you tie my heart
in filigree lace.

we used them past
biweekly grace
my sleepless love
yr shattered heart
my shattered face.

round'n'round we doth embrace.

maybe this time
we keep the pace.

mybe you won't break
my filigree lace.
Apr 2019 · 233
existence
Morrie W S Apr 2019
a liminal space,
a banshee who screams for the dead.

ashes to ashes
we walk the earth
in cigarettes,
in home and hearth.

my heart breaks:
indocrinate.
feel the grass
beneath one's toes

magic where none
dares to go
Apr 2019 · 15.4k
questions
Morrie W S Apr 2019
keep me in the
pocket of your jacket

love me in the
corner of your heart

dream of me in mantis shrimp
colouration.
think of me when doth
shatter thine heart.

if i could be
what i would need
myself I lose;
myself I dream
Morrie W S Apr 2019
a dream--
a nightmare:
a trip by the campfire
a castle by the bridge.

a scream
a cry
a fleetle of flies.
& mayhaps a mellow
of peace belies.

if nightmares,
if dreams,
could thus divine--
if could remove i
a snake from my eye--

i still believe.
i still cannot lie.
Apr 2019 · 158
mammary fears
Morrie W S Apr 2019
she stares into the darkness.
             eyelids mar sighlids.
               winds shalt cower
               as curtains glower.

                          and--
                   and perhaps
                        were i
                     to see her--
in the head of a deer,
in the wink of a
blink of an eye

perhaps then
't'would not be i
who fear doth see.
Apr 2019 · 588
cycles
Morrie W S Apr 2019
if love could lie
between a thigh
between a dream
a rampant scream


i've heard your call
for moons and months


the darkness outweighs the light
the mouse, it cries the brightest night
the dreary have the beeline flight
and thus succumb: morning light
Apr 2019 · 535
gasoline.
Morrie W S Apr 2019
if i
     could still dream
without thinking of them

if i could recall
      my nightmares
in anything a't'all__
.if i could feel less

       i absolutely would

but ev'r'mornin
doth i recall
the mirror and our
youngest faces


the **** goes off
          the shot goes off

if i had but a single dream
reflected on the television screen--
mayhaps eight i was.

    the explosions i cannot recall
but the dreams remain  the the the

towers fall.

              would that i could
               evacuate this path


              how can i be anything?
Apr 2019 · 179
Untitled
Morrie W S Apr 2019
int'rlocked
___


i write my poetry in inkwell,
for if a bit of you shalt leak--
i unequivocally rephrase it.
try I, but there is no erasure

ev'ry moment doth i fear:
my soul shan't crush me,
and the truth shalt i reveal.
trigger warning for depression

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