Fresh Squoze Stone

Effort concerted
to make you jealous
all of my time
and none of my attention

You I love
reread it all you want
content your heart
with these rewrites

We’re left with what
will be on you
truth tailored
to tell a tale tall

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Miserable Vomitous Mass

All bile in my belly
when you come around
love swallowed back
lest it land upon your lap
unsure of itself

Stop-loss

Missing missing you
gradation of time
or love
half what I expected
half what did I expect

Waiting for the sun
to receive its snuffing
our observed silence
never agreed

Charity to memory
to motes that dance
in a dying light

You’d hate that notion
just the right amount

Hate these scant remains

Grin &

I’d been saving a smile
thinking of you
casual betrayal
now fastened on my face
with the vain hope
it might stick
like mother warned

Selfish are the edges
of upturned lips
and downturned gazes
moments when the weight
of all that love
are shrugged to another
asked now to bear