Thursday, June 12, 2014

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i thought you were beautiful

beyond the expression

of any collection of words

 

ocean view

black and blue

under a sky

that’s full of you

 

stood on this shore before

your hand in mine

watching whispers

of the divine

 

heaven and earth

had given birth

to an ever changing perfection

 

now i behold

without your hand to hold

and the soft ocean breezes

waft without whispers

 

i know i’m over you

and most days you’re forgotten

but when love was our review

i’d have dug you up and kissed you rotten

 

somewhere in my alphabet soup

i spelled questions

wondering if you were the reason

i strayed and stayed

on these dark streets

preaching the inevitable decay

of a universe that once

held me in awe with its wonders

 

maybe you were

i’m not sure

but if i’m over you

why is my exit still due?

 

and why when i think of what

i will want with a woman

i think of what we had?

 

i strip to my boxers

and run into the crashing waves

resurface and scream at all in view

for being too beautiful

like you always were

 

but this is all just memories

not an existential quandary

i leave the waves and write in the wet sand,

“everything ends”

then watch the rushing tide

sweep it away

 

sometimes i wish i had a car

i’d drive so far

from all these places

that holds memories of you

 

but i know what i’d really do

drive to where i know you are

hold a boom box over my head

and blast “shame”

by rollins band

 

only to realize you’re not home

and have your neighbors

call the police

who escort me back to

the dark streets of decay

or this beach

where your hand is still out of reach

seagulls soar and screech

but not one of them

is trying to find an existence

beyond the garbage heap

 

and i become one

with their existence

 

(three asterisks go here) 

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