Apr 2014
Twice lost, one soul appeared, unbidden,
Ambushed, in plain sight.
Results? All hidden.
As I walked, I thought of this,
Imagined as I sought,
A sign of full surrender,
In the battles that we fought.
I threw what always seemed, to you,
The ordnance of the soul,
Words on leaves and tissue tigers,
Weak and boring, far from whole.
My engine had an inner working, impossible to see.
My feet still carry me to you,
And you just stare at me.
Ambushed, in plain sight.
Results? All hidden.
As I walked, I thought of this,
Imagined as I sought,
A sign of full surrender,
In the battles that we fought.
I threw what always seemed, to you,
The ordnance of the soul,
Words on leaves and tissue tigers,
Weak and boring, far from whole.
My engine had an inner working, impossible to see.
My feet still carry me to you,
And you just stare at me.
It was bad enough to have her occupy every minute of my brain's time. She ignored me like an Olympic class apathetic, but my feet, those damnable devices of divination, could find her like a dowser's wand. I began to see this as open hostilities on the part of my angels and muses, to torture my animal so. Fighting to be heard, fighting to be seen, forced to always find and helpless to engage the enemy at such unexpected close quarters.
(Atlanta, GA)
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