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M(useless)
"Have you ever seen
words
slip between sewer drains
when it doesn't rain
for a while?"
Let it be
what it will be...
Though it kills me
to be clean
of you, my love, my verse,
it's rather too obscene
to cruise a hearse around
longer than required.
Let the past transpire
into a wishing well
sealed with bulletproof glass
lest I drown
trying to grab
desperately
what I had once had...
When did you sneak
away
so out of my reach?
When did we breach
this covenant?
You said you'd always
be there...
But where?
I should've paid closer mind
to whether we had
the same destination,
when you U-turned
and hightailed
right out of my imagination...
And now all that's left
is a smoke
of remembrance.
Choking
on air once mastered.
A poetic leper
dismembered
with every absence
of a cure.
And yeah, we tend to dwell
on what's not there.
Don't believe in love
til it's lost,
and so on...
So why go on?
I'm outta here.
You don't know how it feels
to get your heels tripped up
in the web YOU spun
when you took
the thread for granted.
NOW look at the damage you've done...
Don't know why I'm so surprised.
Like flowers don't wilt.
Like people don't die.
Like if I should be entitled
to immortality
on grounds of being
a pout party
signing
his last autograph
with an inkless pen...
"Lose the meal
but not the hunger,
and you can bet
why so few poets
keep the streak
from going under..."
