I'm sure this has happened before...
&
this is different, but no different.
...
I got the scars of a lion walking through trial.
No one will ever sleep my dreams.
Not only am I without you–motion the tactics–I am alone in this dream.
...
Where waves travel with the slightest of worry.
Can I think it carries a sorrow?
It is full of a darken misery.
...
To the sexless nurturer, the one that
rapes the long suffering of abstinence.
I've noticed your equivalence to Uncle Tom.
...
I pulled a twig from the tree & watched its finite linger.
At youth, I wanted too much my dust to be mingled upon yours.
However, I have never met the grass that belittled the sky.
For the grounds of suspicion-
...
Love must be ungrateful or your interest must be
over rid by rude men. Who will believe that I
beautified all my comments for you? & your old
shrugs, like leftovers, could stretch the taste of
...
More healthful than a valley of dales-something like an aerial drawing.
Harsh whispers are suspended. No insults to my joy.
...
A Funeral At My Wedding
I'm sure this has happened before...
&
this is different, but no different.
Her & sincerity dressed in white- undoubtingly, she's
more ready. Her bosom, as outspoken as any activist.
I'm convinced that that's what I'm vowing my interest to;
Frankly, I don't think she understands that
in the flesh is a siren that has forgotten its sound.
Plenty of whatevers; I yawn over any prepared promises.
Only when she's drunk, I offer my half of love. But this is new
to her, a silhouette of what she forces is what she sees. I'm
dressed in black.
I have no real image but she views me. Our possession will never end
if I say 'yes.' Her joy is death upon my ears.
She waits for me... her smile getting smaller, as I too, shrink.
A funeral at my wedding.