Autumn Jones

Laid down in the other bed,
then changed your mind:
Decided to be neighborly instead!
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'These are not tender moments, '
she said.

And

he said,
'There are no tender moments
anymore'
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Come undone, yellowed,
Frayed.
Dead split ends curl away.
Fingers spread.
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It was not supposed to break away so bad.
I used the paste.
It held at first.
I walked away to let it dry.
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Though at all times it may grin,
Even gracious lace unravels when
It's caught by some prickly thorns.
And Pretty flower petals
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Same old voices in the sound.
Chromatic tones lost
in the rain still coming down.
An optical glimpse of an iridescent blend.
...

It was not supposed to make you laugh.
instead, you lament,
coat the memories with laminate
so droplets do not soak through.
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Banging on the door
Leaving splintered dents
But no strength as holes
In my soul leave my like swiss.
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Mirror, Mirror on the wall:

You only portray
Thinner, outer beauty
Echoed on your surface
So that if you are disturbed
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A puppet,
pushed and pulled by
invisible strings.
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Trouble me not with your words of sorrow.
I know not either what comes tomorrow.
Only that the sun, wakened by the moon,
Starts to fall down by the strike of noon.
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We've come to a fork in the road.
Let us not take it so literal,
It might prick...someone

Yet in day! In it both!
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It could be worth asking for,
Suicide in slow motion.
They know you'll come back for more,
That you would leave behind all emotion.
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I created cosmic poise:
A system of swirls
Bright as iridescent pearls
At the bottom of
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You leave me with the calm tingling pleasures
Of the sun, that which serenades my heart.
The magnitude of your rapture measures
Far wider than my arms can reach apart.
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Expansive mass of wet
that hugs many shores
with curling fingers,
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beating on my steering wheel,
you burn me;
make me want to smath the rash
you leave behind.
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