"convictionless" poems
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*She leans over the sink
weight on her toes
to applied lipstick
in quick certain strokes,
the way a man signs
his hundredth signature
of the morning.
With lips of convictionless curvature
as the lipstick retracted like a red eel
all day she left her mark
on everything she kissed.
Even the air remarks
like intoxicating news
whispered from ear to ear.*
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Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
We were looking for an admonition.
Trying to find the end of the tape.
Now it’s like,
all we see is a dim image.
I exist based on what my environment tells me
I became the guardian of a great river.
I see convictionless men
around me,
mere mortals.
We have to purge the glamour.
We dance
around
Slowly moving figures.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC