Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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He stands
We’re on the bus sit down
He whispers loudly
And I tell him to stop using people against me
And he says to stop saying hateful things about myself I wouldn’t dare apply to another living being
And I say
Shut up
Shut up you
And it’s not eloquent
But he’s the only one who stands up for me
And he’s the only one who tells me he will be
Always
Regardless
You stupid mortal
You stupid…
And then I feel his love
From a liar the lyre
My god
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The girls were fat
Were they?
All they did was dance around and prove he’s too thin
They looked like regular women to me
You know what Hermes?
He wins he often wins he’s not wrong
Couldn’t imagine they put him to shame
Couldn’t imagine he put them for me
Just dancing
Just dancing
Lucky them
They got to be in the same room as him
I bet he knows their names
Or knew them for the entire shoot
How lucky for them
He’s watching me sidelong
Wasn’t it a positive message?
He asks
A little bit
But as he’s already proven, dear Messenger
He’s not interested in fat chicks
Could you stop?
Could he have said hello?
A sigh
As if every action you don’t do from now on can be reasoned with “Well Josh didn’t so why should I?”
Please stop being boring
Said the deity with the six pack.
He responded by disconnecting my headphones.
Dick.
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You
You know I think about it sometimes
How much I tried for you how much I poured out for you
How much I did for you
Hours and hours
Not one website two
Not one poem
One thousand
And I would walk
But I did
And you weren’t home
I sent it all to you
Memories I wrote memories I lost
Memories I’m afraid of
I sent you every part of me
And I still don’t know if you just never saw me
Or if you just never wanted to see me
But I
I tried
Did you?
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I still see her grip
Resting trees flowers budded but closed
Her fingertips still brushed over the surface as if her lingering touch yet chills them
As late as spring is my body notices the difference
But looking around the humans are not affected
They say
I haven’t slept
I’m so tired
But they do not feel her hands on their skin
They do not feel her breath
They don’t see the remnants of winter
And see how their effect on her affects them which also affects me
They do not associate the sleepy lurid languid waking of the plants and creatures around them with themselves
They do not see
Winter’s hand long gone, Winter’s touch still lingering.
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Love the earth until death do us part
Fighting the sky, fighting.
Lightning strike, sun’s rays, the messenger sends
Death
Well isn’t that nice – Hermes
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No need to obliviate
They’re oblivious
As you disappear from the photos from the days from their mouths
No need to obliviate
You can stand on a bus where there should be ten open seats where everyone takes two to three to themselves
No need to obliviate
You’re obviously
Already gone
Now life just has to catch up