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Jurtin Albine
Poems
Aug 2016
The Embodiment of My Attraction
(A Slight Tug)
Sweeter than poison rain
down my storm drain.
More graceful than a passing dove
landing in a frozen frame
on the branch of a family tree.
More belonging than me…
Information gathers at the tips of wits.
A type of rope by a blamed name
and the street starts and parts the same.
I read myself in a remembrance.
I watch the time to forget this,
but the time doesn't forget me.
It knows the keys I played in reality.
It hears the depths of misunderstanding,
and smiles…
If it could...
If only it wasn't made out of that *******
wood.
A branch breaks in the forest.
It doesn't care if a human's around to hear it's sound.
It's saplings whisper on the wind.
It cries forever having to begin
being born all over again.
A lover slips into a questioned bed.
A send off by any choice
could make me feel quite sick.
It wasn't the petrol that glossed the nerves...
It was the flesh of the skin.
I marked a remark before it knew it wasn't going to begin
and passed up my opportunity for a distraction that leaves me
(alone)
.
A gift goes ungiven,
but not to a friend,
and as coy as a mouse,
it doesn't forget to say
thanks.
Thanks.
Thanks?
Thanks…?
Thanks For what?
I'm grated and fried
all within a
why?
And I await,
Frayed,
for the final reply...
Written by
Jurtin Albine
26/M
(26/M)
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