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live2air (also by Bullhawk)

Posted to Action Poetry

melancholic alcoholic
trysting through a trough
living for a couplet
dying at the cost

breath in your soapstorm opera
tealeaf fingers crossed
breath out your grand absurdity
of words cruel anguish lost

for you the poem is yourself
in a season out of rhyme
alone you are your reason
out of space and out of time

for you there is no heaven
no way no nevermore
no wing to quick your spirit
no sky of blue to soar

only I am naked
flesh to metaphor
in plain sight hidden
dressed in morning