Waiting on Her Abscess (a conversation had over coffee and toast)
If I can’t be found,
it is she who knows where I am;
I am her Man.
When I’ve gone too far,
and have left all love behind;
she grabs fast my hand,
and gently reels back my mind.
Good morning, break the fast.
Pour the preserves lanced from your rash,
while I so mindfully– Detach.
“Babe.
My nightmares have been making appearances.... as day-mares;
re-'psycho’-ling and becoming dominate.
I 'felon’ love with you, and I am a convicted emotional contagion;
feeling febrile.
Now I have concerns for your well being, and your well;
being poisoned.
In need of mental quarantine, I must leave.”
Psycho-maniacal tune-ups.
Tilling vein and boil,
with inappropriate tool.
Trademark,
of the lonely reclusive fool.
No longer are my body and spirit asunder.
She is my heroin and lovers;
turned Heroine and Lover.
(2013)
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