Poetry from almost two years ago. First thing I've written since the angry years

Mar 09, 2023 18:37

Post-Hike Poem for Mike

Could you hold me in reality's suspension?

(and not let go out of Decorum?).
with all assurances
There is no Romance here

Humor me
and my warped Dissociation
your brevity's more comfort than you Know

You were there when I felt faint at the airport
Calling in to the present to say I'd be out of work
In mourning for who knows how Long

now still you stand by me
as the memory Threatens to engulf
my suddenly fragile form
Your shield of arms over my Shoulders
deflects all of the Shrapnel Piercing through Cacophony
as time-warped whiplash meets with the Ferocity
of being, HERE and NOW

an apt intimacy

6/6/21
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