

unrequitedrushing veinsunrequited
bring forth autumnal life.
anemic liquid
drips through the autostradas
of my autumn.
I hold myself out,
as if too cradle
each
swirling drop, each swimming drip.
but I forget:
that the liquid
is suspended;
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sustenancewhen all you have to eat is bread that tastes of soap, it's never enough.sustenance
her perfume still makes you sick. the smell of regret, like fruit, is hard on your churning stomach.
all you can do is smile, and wonder why your bread tastes like soap, why all you can smell is perfume.


through septembertime lingers a bit, sways out of reach in September.through september
green changes: red, yellow, brown through September's golden rays.
leaves me all red and raw, like chapped and dried corners of frost-kissed lips in September.
and I, too, spent those boundless days chasing after golden rays


my renaissancethese words melt my mouth, so clean and true.my renaissance
I smile as I read them, you listen closely.
these words burn my hands, so quickly they catch.
I burn through the paper: your eyes smolder.
these words blind me, most beautiful things I've seen.
I catch too, embracing the embers.
these words are complete, so delicately drawn.
I rise. I rise and tell you
that we could be young again. Young like the way you made me feel
when that old building in the City sighed and calle
--
I'm not God, I swear to drunk.
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