Apologies for my apologies

  • Vigil

    I put another flower on your grave today
    The ones I placed before were losing color in the shade
    Were growing duller as they grayed,
    For, like a little congregation, they were dying where they pray

    I placed a pair of roses there before your tomb
    The other ones, I guess, had been devoured by the snow
    And so they cowered, hidden low
    For, like the severed things they are, they were bereft of ways to bloom

    I placed another tulip where your body rests
    Yesterday, an orchid, and tomorrow, daffodils
    But like a sorrow seeks to kill
    They seem to wither like a promise that we never had to test

    I brought a new bouquet, it’s all I had to spare
    I’ve brought so very many but they never seem to last
    As if forever is the past
    Because I know you’re still alive and I’m just waiting for the day you meet me there

  • Cutter

    Arbitrary landscapes in a flutter ’round the cellar
    Are they moving interstellar
    Being fortune and the teller
    Not the sold and not the seller of the all consuming clutter

    Piling in monuments of other minor moments
    Where we measure in components
    Being growth and how we’ve grown it
    Into fountains full of foment fit to fade like just another

    Trivial pursuit that we discover, like an idol,
    Of a moon, and we the tidal
    Wave we soon would see a bridle
    Like a sun now suicidal with a mask of cloudy cover

    Statuary still and here we shudder all the while
    Putting factures into tile
    Like a pre-existing style
    Of the sad and how we smile when we see that we’re the cut and we’re the cutter

  • Tranquilized

    I set a set of shackles
    On my unassuming wrists
    So that in search of tender trysts
    I found a string of jaded jackals
    While my care and my concern all shrank to cries

    And lost, there in the brambles,
    Where beneath the swirling mists
    I looked for longing that I’d missed
    Among the me I left in shambles
    Keeping warm beneath a cloak of thankful lies

    I placed in all the places
    That I never could exist
    The woe of words upon a list
    That, even now, would conjure faces
    As I’m searching for a hope in hateful skies

    But lost are the reminders
    Of a pain that won’t persist
    As if a love I’ve never kissed
    Because I lost the will to find her
    So I let my heart continue
    Beating slowly through a thin view
    Where the depths of could’ve been are tranquilized

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