Poetry lives beyond
the hollow walls,
these poems a veneer.
What lies beneath?

-you invite me
pull the strings,
watch you leave me
an empty tomb.

Yes! you rose
while i lay damned,
this skeleton
skewered on your poker stick.

unable to substantiate
sinew and muscle
i sail off into tangents
unable to see.

we use to crave the answers
stumble knowing
somethings burning
-unaware of what.

-what is there? what
questions should i ask
and are the answers
what i need?

You and me were answers
weren’t we?
you answer “Not me.”
I am just more questions.

My wings
ponder how to fly,
so you leave dead
forgetting deeper still exists


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