Oculus orb dark and round
blue billows bodily inside
swirling swiftly in churning cosmos
teasing testament beyond grasp
I shake the round thing, agitating its triangle
“Is god real?”
holding my breath, peering into the portal
I grasp my question, holding it fast with bloodying knuckles.
the Point.
-Q%Z 6.9.21
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Superba esse Romana sum
qua nunquam Europa adveniebat.
Civis sine patria;
discipula sine magistro;
poeta sine musa sum.
Linguam mortuorum disce,
ne linguam doctrinae moratur.
-Q%Z 1.9.21
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blueberry whispers
lap at deaf ears
echoing sirens -
search chopper nears.
Blades cutting
closer:
tell tale heart -
Closure.
Ceaseless I beat
as the year dancing turned
in damned Tupperware
that You never returned.
-Q%Z 29.8.21
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My eyes aren’t blue
though they’re sopping and wet,
laden with memories
tis best to forget.
Please call me Marley;
I’m wrapped up in chains
and speak of those stories,
bringing you pains.
Ghosts of lost futures;
Ghosts of our past;
Ghosts of the memories
that happened too fast.
We shan’t reunite;
it remains to be seen.
So I’ll inform you in verse,
my eyes are colored green.
- Q%Z 27.8.21
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I was dear to you once
before my “return”.
A friendly flirtation
delightful, fair madam.
Then refugee Trojan,
a different, stray madman.
Now reading epistles -
salutations do sting.
Dear
Dear
Dear
I was dear to you once
when I last wore a ring.
- Q%Z 27.8.21
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I couldn’t find a pen.
I do prefer ink to plumbago;
I wish to be indelible.
I
I
I
- Q%Z 26.8.21
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I wish I could write
you
out of my mind.
Gather up pieces,
(bits here and bits there)
remnants of you,
gentle and kind,
to cast them aside.
I wish to make
room for another -
any other.
But I’m full up on you
still.
I wish I could write
You
out of my mind.
- Q%Z 24.8.21
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Nose crinkle and twinkle
Wiggle and shine
Whiskers feel without touching
See taste or breathe fine
- Q%Z 24.8.21
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O! That I were another
who Love was unlikely to smother.
With wind in my sails
and bailing out pails,
my ship is in need of a rudder.
- Q%Z 23.8.21
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Traipsing along the boundary
Of kindling and alight -
Filling me up completely,
Sweet succor of the night.
- Q%Z 23.8.21
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My radishes are radishing.
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