03-13-2012, 02:33 PM
< and at this hour of our perfect honesty >
O Leanne, my muse, please aid me now!
me sitting
you insisting
what i said
now dead
picture in us
glued
back
constructed of us
rued
stacked
packed with all that old us there
us captured in our stuttering consonantal
all of us in all our gruntal cuntal puntal duntal
chirping chipping chomping
monkey-faced
prefrontal
me aping you
you aping uncle
us so primal
us posthuntal
yes it's us
now horizuntal
clocked
crocked
shocked
prefrontal
tiger learning night-paced
jumble of our sights-raced
here we are in full-faced
"we're wed"
"we're dead" (it's what you said)
that picture of us
glued back
our picture perfects false fact
racked sacked jacked hacked backed lacked
tacked
nailed
walled
flat
pancakes mornings syrups
"we're wed"
that old us there
that old us at this hour of our perfect honesty
where
us vacuum empties night-laced
us neatly glued-up back waste
us here again on slant-paced
faced
to
faced
disgraced
erased
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Inspired by Leanne's beautiful (if humbly named) "Metamorphoses".
Adding additional tragic love poems* would please me no end.
And, really, any other comment you'd like to make would be most welcome.
P.S. Since it's gotten springish, i(I) think it only proper to load up
our deeply broken-hearted guns of love.
*even tragic love haiku, but NO, repeat NO, tragic love tanka!
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a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions