I
And we touch upon these things
a thousand times over.
Sometimes we dig deeply
and sometimes
we barely scrape at them
but slowly
s l o w l y
we are digging a hole.
Will you be there at
the
bottom?
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II
Like chance
like chance
and timing
so perfect
so sweet
for one
so off
so awkward
for the other.
We take our chances.
we fire
and miss.
and miss
eachother
in those moments
when neither of us
is looking.
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III
Slow binding
the precarious slut
unto others
without
warning.
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VI
Not yet spring
and I'm cleaning house
Pushing all the girls out the door
and laying it down
for my friends.
Just walk away
I'm already gone
Aching the winter
pushes through my windows
and keeps me in bed.
Growing a beard,
a constant red drunk
smokes with the few friends
he values anymore.
Hard to relate
to those who haven't walked through
fire and
ice
with you.