SunriseApology (with a side order of PATIENCE!)

by alias

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-09-07 10:08:00

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lovesick tired songs, repeated
endlessly.
like a broken record skipping on the same
annoyong note.
lost poets, on the break of finding themselves,
but forgetting where exactly it was
that the veterans suggested they look,
always getting caught up in the
ample red sweetness of that tricky, luscious love.
forbidden fruit? perhaps.
but, i’m still not tired of love, rather,
love is not tired of me, and because of this predicament,
i continue to dance in its shaddow,
becasue, as you have so simply put,
It’s not dark, but it’s getting there.

Know, though,
this is not an intentional re-re-reposting of my heart!
it’s those hollow hands that grab me nightly,
force me to spillout the words
that pretend that their sources are genuine.
what know i of love? of poetry? of life?
not enough. but alas,
i am writing to learn.
and yes, i’m getting there.