my poems and songs suck lately, such schmaltzy shit dude but ok here goes...
"A Desk That Holds My Life"
answers
a whole strung together string of them
littering the highway as our parts depart,
becoming as distant as the thunder and the boom
shortly following any storm or empty room
questions
so many legends and keys
leading to prospects of eternity unknowingly
tying the talons of time together and then
what will ever be of me?
folly
push a nail through an eraser
it sounds silly but believe me when I say
nothing meant less to the progression of my life
than meeting your blood, allowing wind to whisper "wife"
gravitas
no one loves me the way I need to be loved
more friends worry for my soul than I can count
foreign tongues phrase freaky frames of thought
asking if I truly can stand to be around
connection
fifty ways on fifty fingers
how close our paths danced, romanced, in trances
only one way comes to heart as to why we severed
suddenly sans our own art
displacement
how air enters every sunrise
how sleep enters the eyes
how food and drink are received and released
every time I think
I sink
the answers are the questions my folly displaced
expecting gravitas via connection
displacement their only accident scene
nothing gleaned
dirty death and dread
in between
wishing for the ability
to scream
Ellee 2002
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