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Ouroboros
horses

From a warm bed
 1
in a cold home,
 2
heart, mind, muscle and bone,
 3
but known, to try and
 4
make the feeling last
 5
by suffocating on the
 6
laughing gas,
 7
alone—
 8
to all those dreams where
 9
something happens
 10
that you wish would,
 11
and it feels good,
 12
and you’re not happy,
 13
to wake up
 14
in the same dust,
 15
rate of exchange—
 16
no, your dreams aren’t
 17
currency here;
 18
hold yourself to blame.
 19
From witnessing the depths
 20
of a soul unfold,
 21
dreaming of getting
 22
to watch her grow old,
 23
to the floor, linoleum,
 24
critical condition,
 25
fiending something in return
 26
for all the wasted ambition.
 27
And your thoughts,
 28
they start to get lost
 29
in the noise, and
 30
you recall, that
 31
your contribution is
 32
the poison;
 33
she drinks it
 34
and thinks it to be
 35
warm to the lips,
 36
and you smile,
 37
while watching her
 38
contort and twist—
 39
but the abstraction
 40
was the divine,
 41
the artifact of your aim,
 42
and the ill-willed
 43
and unfulfilled
 44
still clearly remain.
 45
So return
 46
to the deep burn
 47
of unlearned
 48
love—
 49
for you know
 50
that what will be,
 51
will be
 52
just like
 53
what was.
 54

29 Oct 13

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i like it
 — mandolyn

I like the loosely spiraling rhyming scheme in this .. it holds no real form but is sprinkled down the page... that ultimately breaks down, breaks apart because it's not holding the poem together .. which I like ... a lot.

It's a true reflection of the poems meaning and content, and working the form with the same downward spiral as the gorgeously morose gloom of the subject.

Very nice. A good poem.
 — jenn

:)
 — fractalcore

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