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I’ve come to a place, wet and cold, where the fluttering of wings,
or eyes, scope out their words eating each other alive
Cannibals, their own kind, syntax and predicates,
and everything modified

I lost you somewhere in the aisles of your jurisdiction, judging
the smallest flaw and facet cut into my being,
there’s no well-being, not anymore, the thing
is not worth a thing

and, as you deploy your armadas across the chilly seas
I might as well let myself get shot and done with
than suffer the slow poison you have fed me,
should have seen the archetype of it

somewhere in the middle where there isn’t a center
it all comes to a specific point, one dirty deal
after another until you can no longer
know what is right or wrong, it isn’t real

and, now I have gone wordmad over simple diction
and get marks against me, red-letter grade,
I think that’s enough for me, I cannot be recycled
I am not ready-made

take a taxi, take a train, take a hike
I have no more crosses to bear
take a carriage, take a coach, take all you want
but, leave me some pieces to pick up after….

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Bah Bah black Sheep- A hippie, rebel, highly individual. While loving creativity I have always done battle with the practical/impractical aspects of life. Sitting here in my aerie observing the world, the stars above and the other pinpricks below..
Been writing poetry since I was 14, now 62

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  • Digby
    Digbyover 4 years ago

    you’re gone.

  • I’ve been “gone” for awhile now

    – mychaelalchemy

  • Digby
    Digbyover 4 years ago

    I was just finishing the poem, but I full accept that, too.

  • I understand…ciao, lol

    – mychaelalchemy

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