Golden City (edit 2.)

[Thunderembargo]

cuts, scabbing into lines of poetry: the violence films         this poem begins with self-awareness which develops through an un-folding process
my lips as I search for the words to rip                             here, with "violence films" you observe your own internal mood and also allude to external imagery
the creativity out of you. it would be art only
if I stepped back, but for what would you flourish?            your honesty regarding your own possession is remarkable
bruises open like wine on your cheeks.                             a good metaphor.   bruises like wine.
so loving you is so much harder than knowing 
that I just do. already angry that we've outgrown             confessional verse which anticipates confession.
each other, I call only to hear you care
enough to ask why. this, 

this 
lack of sense, 
is an example of gambling done wrong.                           i like the cascading space of the poem.   it forms, perhaps, like an inverted stack of casino chips.
it's a hazard, the hearts-                                                the arrived at conclusion is like a pure reduction,
the lives, the chips- 
when we run out, 
all we can do
is bet on
more.