There Can Only be Two
Take the blue pill,
Or the red pill if that won’t do,
There can only be the two of us,
In the world I made of you.
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Tragic numbers,
Play them safe if you will,
There can only be the two of us,
After that it’s all downhill.
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Treasured assumptions,
Take them into your grave,
There can only be the two of us,
And already I am a slave.
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Listening real hard,
I can almost hear your heart break,
There can only be the two of us,
In the world before I awake.
Warsaw in Autumn
Tired and forgotten corners,
Warsaw’s old and weary mourners,
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Fiats dead on mossy bricks,
The pain that only hope inflicts,
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I saw you once with eyes unclouded,
Windows clogged and face beshrouded,
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Memories which stretch across,
Tinted futures, auburn loss.
The Inventory of Love
Retracing the trajectories of her lips,
Rebuking the claims set down by her lost eyes,
There has never been a more sorrowful count,
Than the inventory of old, used-up love.
Dragging Down
Dragging down and out and through,
Knowing what it meant to you,
Sagging down and to and ‘neath,
Choking tears, grinding teeth,
Hoping in and with / without,
Don’t forsake the foolish lout,
In the baggage of the years,
Trap those hurtful, half-born tears.
A pavement where poetry goes to die.
