Organum 2

all this joint misery
was for my own sake

do you expect me then to leap to my feet,
race towards it?
I am as one who reaches for a crown
won by blood
tainted triumph, bitter on these lips,
does not taste of victory

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A horribly good day to buy a book

It was a horribly good day to buy a book.

The rain was slashing across the street, swiping people’s faces left and right and dribbling down their cheeks as if impersonating their inner tears, as they cried internally about such weather as this.

The wind was vicious; it seemed to shove me this way and that as if it couldn’t quite make up its mind on where exactly it wanted to send me. I tucked my chin to my chest and plowed forward as well as I could.

Water rolled off the rooftops and ran down the streets, it showered those of us brave enough to face it and drenched our coats and bags. It washed dirt off of windows and threatened to make the sea overflow. It baptized the town for Autumn. Continue reading

On the Romeo and Juliet Epidemic: A Poem

has anyone noticed how these Romeos and Juliets have multiplied?
for that Love of which they’ve heard, they search the whole world wide

mascara for the masquerade, to obscure eyes that might’ve held stars
the suitors, dressed in that immature chivalry, begin their own wars

soon they’ll have plucked every rose from the earth, and you’ll see
an army of air-headed Juliets, sighing on the balcony

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