you know, this dance is
just more lurching in the dark
let’s talk in the light
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Radix Hex
lost: boyhood élan.
no reward possible.
broken university
a resolution:
just be – abide in the dirt
bloom only for you
Writer Highlight Featuring: H Paul Goodwin
I Don’t Even Get To Say
That I swing both ways.
Because she won’t even look at me.
But this is par for the course,
Head off at ninety,
Peeling labels off sauce,
Amassing salt,
I’ve seen it all before.
What was it she said?
Transparent? One-sided?
A pushover? Unhinged?
As critique, it’s technically weak,
As I have two sides, at least
And four hinges, at the time of press,
And some kinder souls might allow that,
A glass heart ne’er did harm
To fair wench, lest a gentleman hold me ajar,
With his limbs outstretched
And wait and wait but remain unchecked.
And also, i might add, if I may,
This purple coat’s fresh on today.
No exit, no fires, no names in lights,
Royal timber, hewn from evergreen block,
From chainsaw blade and sopping twine,
To brassy push plates and a fat waiter’s behind
That is my jamb…
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date night: fat lip
temple to temple
sex marks the spot
it’s just four small letters,
a microwave and a dog basket
shy from (real) love
there’s a mile-wide, shrill divide
the snag to post-marital bliss
in pretending we’re here (sometimes) and
pretending we don’t exist
so let’s bitch and eat crisps
and nourish this flaccid guilt
together, for the kids
LTL:FTC
date night: door
I don’t even get to say
That I swing both ways,
Because she won’t even look at me.
But this is par for the course,
Head off at ninety,
Peeling labels off sauce,
Amassing salt,
I’ve seen it all before.
What was it she said?
Transparent? One-sided?
A pushover? Unhinged?
As critique, it’s technically weak,
As I have two sides, at least
And four hinges, at the time of press,
And some kinder souls might allow that,
A glass heart ne’er did harm
To fair wench, lest a gentleman hold me ajar,
With his limbs outstretched
And wait and wait but remain unchecked.
And also, i might add, if I may,
This coat’s fresh on today.
No exit, no fires, no names in lights,
Royal timber, hewn from evergreen block,
From chainsaw blade and sopping twine,
To brassy pushplates and a fat waiter’s behind
That is my jamb, my friends, that is my jamb.
And who goes on a date with a door?
Maybe this isn’t a date, more a fixture.
No, wait, this is a date.
I’m a fixture.
