Trying to make the poetry prose
Or the prose poetic again
I insulted the meaning
With juxtaposition
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Poetry…
Attacking the mood
Driving its impression inward
Beyond all excuse
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Caught in the same web
of insecurity
—we write
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Every battle has its heroes,
most will go unnamed
True glory in their willingness,
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Much of the time we're faking it,
the airs we put on most false
Impressions made and set in jade,
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My pen is like a blues riff,
not always on the note
I bend within the moment,
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An arrow from the darkness…
rejection finds its mark
The sharpened edge of jealousy,
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Disappear into your smart phone
the world outside is doomed
Your few remaining human traits
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Who invented the primordial kiss,
who embraced that first hug
Who was the first to say "I Love You"
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