These why-natured questions no human has answered
Nor monsters willing, either
Invade my slumber
Nightmares, demanding I wash the dishes
Become thinner and wear clothes that aren’t mis-matched
Occupy mistress status
Keep me searching
Leaving me susceptible to sages insisting
A renaissance woman now, I ought dress for my inner warrior
The muse who I let be stolen
At 3am I harken her
A ghost now, still grieving for answers from man-shaped monsters — those captains who’ve abandoned the ship
She cannot answer back
Song I wanna send
To ears these lips cannot reach
Talkin’ about heav’n
I have discovered
The poet is pathetic
The dreamer has lost
50 unfamiliar women, I was
A dozen different lifetimes, I lived
Shapeshifting to please
I tried
Never did we lock eyes
Despite my howl from the depths
My grasping to create
Some connection
I, the only one
Vaporized
Grieving, mourning who we’d be
What the taupe has taken
We spend day after day examining
Seeking some rose-gold undertones
Finding only frayed edges
Tarnished brass rings
Muted seasonless neutrals, at best
Calling all consultants
Fashionistas and friends
Feel in our stead
Cheerlead our heads
Bring in the gloss
Repurpose the lost
Warm wind and warm wind
It seems I’ve been lost in you
I cared not who watched
Faceless interface
Perpetuates nothingness
Robs us of our souls
How long this long walking?
Threshold in illusion’s sight,
Always the cause to stop,
Back track,
Look.
Endless days unfed.
Endless night sleeping,
But in a foreign, unholy land.
No pasture after all, perhaps?
What of the bitter
Since I’ve known sweet
When I’ve caused distance
You’ve drawn me near
I cannot unknow
Understanding You’ve giv’n
If there be cracks in cement
We’ll place jewels there
For flowers
Not weeds shall grow here
See me lost at sea
A speck on the horizon
Relish the distance
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