feelings

i enticed a mouthful
of your disguised feelings
from a deep kiss
and put them
into tiny little prisons
called words
m

shreds

please burn the shreds

you’ve ripped from me

so there is no evidence

of the man I used to be

m

on a good day 

I feel like a Saint, tempted 

by a thousand demons

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romance

Is it wrong to be guided

by romance

To be taught and nurtured

by it

To be fed and sustained

by the food of poets   

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repentance

the winding path
of darkness and death
through clinging ghosts
and angels disguised as plague
destroying the memory of sin
with a disease that must be fought
wielding the sword of repentance

m

Russian poets

Russian poets are cold

and distant

and usually broken

by some historical force of revolution

or stifling politics

forcing them deeper into the soul

and the only way out

is to craft the pain of comrades

and human nature

into pure genius

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WOW!

They sure have screwed up WordPress…

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Zhivago

She wanted me to be

Zhivago

But there was no revolution

To stir the poetry

No frozen tundra

To bite my skin

And eat my fingertips

So I sold sunscreen

In St. Petersburg

By the beach

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love a girl

love a girl

who is always on her phone,

even during a romantic dinner;

relieves the stress

of all the poems i couldn’t write

and cuts down on small talk

If you love me
Tell me clearly
With words
Or symbols
Or calligraphy
I’m tired of playing
The soothsayer

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