The Meandering Intent

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I’ve ruined great relationships to be alone with what I think

Submitted: August 23, 2012

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hooked on camaraderie

addicted to the love

if I could grind it up in bundles

it’d be the most illicit drug

and my fix would be

when I wish for dreams

that carve through magic worlds

and carry me up on my carpet

tearing down these fleshy walls

 

and I lose myself in music

when the art becomes abusive

it fits and starts yet still imparts

all that has become elusive

 

connected through these shows

and all these bros and all the noise

and I’m alive when I’m among

all the beauty, sound, and joy

 

and the irony remains

despite all this outward sync

I’ve ruined great relationships

to be alone with what I think

 

it’s a dark and sordid slope

when you’re staring at the wall

finding comfort in the room

you’ve built, drowning out her calls

 

and she beckoned

and she whispered

then she hummed

and then she tapped

now she sings aloud

in silence

and she’s never coming back

 

define this moving on

you toss around with such an ease

‘cause all these moves are lateral

and feel more like a dis ease

 

all laced with coded language

each message calculated

all underlined with you

undermining my salvation

 

the void cannot be filled

and must be mourned and rebuilt

the impression that you’ve left

is a much too specific ilk

 

it’s sad and then it’s comical

when you try to force the mold

shoving her inside of you

and expecting it hold

 

still not sure of what I need

what I want or where I am

but I’m learning more and more

what doesn’t fit the plan

 

and I meander like this poem

back and forth from dark to light

swaying like a feather

intent to settle on the night


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