Loneliness

This is the story of the abdomen
the long low cramp that bursts
like my imagination from my tongue.

This is the borrowed pen, jotting tears
like like poetry tapped from my veins
bleeding blue onto thin pale skin.

All of this, is the body of work
that defines an endless yawping yawn
that creates the chasm where our love should be.

This is is us.
Alone.

02/07/2009

Sinnaminsun

on Sep. 5 2009

I like the subtle alliteration and how you conveyed the concept of writing poetry as being something very solitary...that's my interpretation. The other thing that could be interpreted, is that in some instances two souls will never be one.

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Monkeys: There are no monkeys here. If you're looking for monkeys, go away. Well, actually there are monkeys, but they're of the hairless variety that writes poetry and such. If that's not what you're looking for move along.

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