Tagged: words

two hours lost in the

two hours lost in the
darkness that is anything but
sleep, syllables sit

on the sidelines, fidgeting
to be picked for a game of words
.
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choosing a road that

i do, but i don’t –

we borrow words like

friday night, twisting

friday night, twisting
sirens climb up our fire
escape, searching for
a distress signal,
equipped with
an inadequate
dosage of lethe
to subdue parleys
in the dark
.
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day after day, so

day after day, so
much silence – triple-checking
the temperature of

every spot for some kind of heat
signature, a missed connection
.
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you said it’s better

you said it’s better
than not having each other
,
and i relent and

accept that the words held as
much truth as love and all that jazz
.
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between the silence,

it is less about

if poetry, then