Thursday, September 27, 2018

oh the wicked ways

Oh the wicked ways of syntax. Oh the devilish draw and drag of simple syllables. The strange pretexts that pick and choose us. The line of succession between the tenses. The dire pairings of intent.

I sigh deep, and I close the window. I smile sad and have a smoke. The light left on and the fan always running. My sentence runs on and on.

All the words to say I want you. This wishing you into all my dust and drear. The dingy pillows, the ashtray eyes. Just the words and the way I always go there. The way I want you and only have these words to show.

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