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January Morn

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Aimlessly searching for the grail

Endlessly teased

To their avail

My belief in us

Disturbingly naïve

I desire relief

In the holy spirit

Not protection from a

Man made chemical sheen.



Just marking time

Counting regrets

Instead of blessings

Until the sun rises and falls

A flash of light

A second sight

Ruminating on the thought

While blinded within

This nicotine haze

Of vacating from this malaise

By driving half cocked

But sober crazy

To your unknown location

Letting intuition guide the way

Serenading you

With a red rose

Instead of laying

Spread eagle on your tracks

Aiming for a peace of mind

And a piece of you

With a dicentra across my back.



Long to be covered

In your warm delectable kisses

Instead of withering away

In this mechanicalized subtlety

Just another smokescreen

To be here

But not fully present

Cause feeling anything

Just erodes the need

For total control.



Despite the rancor

Of inner dialogue

And mocking laughter

From the cheap seats

I have to keep moving

Instead of retreating

To where I've always been safe

But never felt free.



Please God cease

These racing despairing thoughts!

Searching high and low

Despite six eyes rolling

For a thread

A smooth road to tread

Needing a conclusion

To this colossal emotional mess

But it's all illusion

For as long as your pulse

Remains steady

We'll never be in collusion.



The solution smacked

In my face

My awkwardness

And lack of grace

Too racked with guilt

To pretend

I'm ready

To give my best.


It's more likely

I'll always be infested

With low class etiquette

Runner up but

Never your number one

I can ruminate into an early grave

Trying to understand why

You chose a different direction

Yet you're more substantial

Than one night stands

That for some are certain

Like death and taxes.



Whether I change

Or remain unbuttoned

Doesn't mean

I don't wish you

A flourishing love baby

I may argue with you incessantly

The sky has always been Azul

Not blue

A perfect 8

Shuffling two step

Into your garden

With a declaration of love

Most deserving of

Since that early morn

January 1984.



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