I need to get over you, I don’t even know how I got here.
Seems impossible to be anywhere elsewhere
‘Cause this impulse is entirely instinctual
Don’t misconstrue my meaning; it’s not merely physical
It’s total.
Everything you are, even the aspects that confuse:
Every opinion, Every action, Every defect,
Everything you are and nothing you are not
You are my paradigm of perfect. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #34 – Over You”
Throngs of people mill
between store fronts, hoping to
find holiday cheer.
Steve D
How can you not notice?
– It feels obvious –
Like a neon sign has taken residence
On my forehead, permanent evidence
Of the maudlin mess
Manifest in your presence. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #33 – Water Metaphors For Misery”
Delicious pancakes,
proving my eyes ambitious
and my stomach small.
Steve D
Fluffy maple stack
dotted with blueberries, and
seeped in syrup.
Steve D
So much spirit for trivial things,
When nothing is risked,
When what could be lost,
Will never be missed. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #198 – Believe”
A rare expression,
but infectious when it shows.
You’ll grow into it.
Steve D
Woot. The Secret Keeper posted a new challenge on Monday. The key was to use Rough, Gate, Rag, Hip, and Wine in either flash fiction or a poem in a style of your choosing. I chose the Tanka.
Here’s my offering:
Doubt
Would I choose water
Over wine? A too rough truth
Over a smooth lie?
The gate to more is a red
Rag flown from a corpse’s hip.
Jessie Gutierrez
A short visit home
to see friends and meet new.
Almost like old times.
Steve D
My buddy is in from L.A. this week, and he met my son last night in a mini-reunion of high school friends. Good times.
Lies are a cover –
Cloaking me from the outside,
From a night I can only assume to be starless.
It’s an art, this,
Hiding from the bad so completely,
You are no longer aware of the good. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #32 – Like Knives”
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