Calligraphy Sentiments - Poem by Chris Tyrimos
Electric devices dictated my life
there's something that lives in the woods that terrifies me.
I stand beneath the alter, dishevelled
trading in my dreams for dot matrix pay check.
The thought of my grandad made me run,
a walk on role for the sensitive, perhaps. Peace be upon him.
A dog eared version of Philip Larkin for show.
I catch the glimpse of my second self in a parallel universe.
I write unsent letter after letter, calligraphy sentimentalist.
The same old fears mixed up in a wedding invitation.
The confusion of a smile from a stranger,
a sudden urge to misbehave.
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