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Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Monday 12/28/2015 11:57:00 PM

when. like numbers in chalk. stalled bridges across the corruption of want. an arbitrary ceiling in the immaculate infinity of how far. it's just footsteps and gravel she thought. the arduous pace of the wind. a thief with broken claws. and lingering wounds.

a soft siren. the insistent scholars of flesh and bone. bartering with the ache of blood.

so we are consumed by the distance. unfortunate patrons of a very particular war.

the monsters are calm. the heroes all, but defeated. such is the nature of progress. teakettles and candy. as if we are still alive.

the frail alchemy of withered thieves. in their foul pace. in the shallow incline. in the gaunt mathematics. as if there is any meat left to steal from this carcass.

such is the hunt long after everything is dead.

2 comments:
Unknown said...

"teakettles and candy. as if we are still alive."

its too deep to explain how very simply without wracking my brain for words that aren't easy to find. and maybe you didn't even mean it like I've interpreted it. but for me those two lines are earth shaking

alcholic poet said...

that's awesome!




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