acuteness of feeling,
the sharp wind pierces
through my ears,
leaving them as secluded lambs
trying to take their first
steps again.
haven't we heard the words
before?
been told what to do?
there is a sad calm
lurking in the cob webs of our minds,
certain discrepancies we haven't shaken yet.
i love you;
but
jealousy has a unfriendly eye,
hardened and cold
is it this look is created
by the love of a man
that wants to squeeze?
is it love that acts just as a catalyst.
but that can't be the only
flaw among us.
acuteness of feeling,
the sharp noise shakes
short white bones,
left as lost lamb
relearning.
we've heard the empty words spoken,
when being told
what to do, oh
what to do here?
now?
there is a sad calm
settling in the cob webs of our minds,
certain discrepancies we haven't shaken yet.
searching open fields of
golden wheat boys,
grinning with the lustre
of their tightly knit
sock heart.
like the galvanized corners
of their sex lives.
hung out to dry
in a dark room.
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"the oldest house i ever seen
stands among a crooked tree,
shattered glass like memories
that filter through infinitely."
jealousy and the unfriendly eye,
hardened and cold.
when is this learned?
is it the love of a man
that squeezes?
the rubber souled
heart of gold,
sitting as the haunted
hammer that swings.
but that can't be the only
flaw among us.
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