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Reconnect




The tea is fresh/
As I recollect/
My eager self/
From the fall/
That we all/
Least expect/
Maybe we're led/
To see ahead/
By the Grace of God/
To savor all/
Before discrete regret/
Sneaks and gets/
In to crease the edge-/
S of our perfect piece of bed/
Together, but if we must meet our end/
Here let's reconnect/
Before our feet are swept/
Out from under us/
You're reluctant cause/
You say I'm trouble but/
You're drawn to me with loving lust/
Something must/
Be here to hustle us/
Towards the front of the/
Crumbling bus/
That threatens to funnily bust/
Down whenever were running up/
Some good time, shuffling from/
Ducking un-/
Der the others lunging punch-/
Es to cuddling up/
Whenever we felt thunderstruck/
I've published a/
Million poems about you during the/
Good and bad times, love bubbling up/
But to complete the/
Volume/
I've got you/
In the stunning crush/
Of my grip, and I'm shutting up/
I'm listening to my inner being/
A sinner kneeling/
Before God, as he whispers pleading/
For Him to just reveal these/
Pictures leading/
To the future that gives me weak knees/
Do we stick to these dreams/
And sit here each eve-/
Ning, drinking/
Wine, sipping, eating/
On our computers, filthy screens and/
The touch were missing sweetly/
Right in front but with stillness reaping/
I'm off kilter singing/
Frances while my heart skips its beating/
Whiskey keeps me/
Unfiltered, screaming/
I'm pissed and needy/
This is evil/
Thick and preaching/
Pistol, cleaned it/
Eyes misty, reamed with/
Tears, yes I'm a little beaten/
That sizzle greets me/
But it's not hell, its purgatory/
I'd heard the warnings/
But didnt heed them, they served as boring/
Distractions from the curse that warped me/
I shuffled you out, curt and morbid/
We were both hurt and sorted/
Out with emerging dormant/
Emotions churning forceful/
In our guts, that certain sordid/
Burning moment/
I let you go thinking I'd find a perfect morning/
When I awoke/
But this one spoke/
Too soon, I find I'm in the dirt and mourning/
I go to church and hoard the/
Grace until they observed and warmed me/
With hellfire/
I'm the pale liar/
But at least I'm a world from whirlwind/
Burdened courtship/
My girl is forfeit/
Because of my own disturbing bullshit/
I turn and pull this/
Veil over me and tersely cool the/
Wounds, because it's me versus portraits/
In my head, perched, at war with/
Myself, I've earned my swords/
And I've learned from torrents/
Of this purposed torment/

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