Sad Labels:
ambivalence
,
clarity
,
dark poetry
,
sad poems
,
sad poetry
,
uncertainty
ugly as they sometimes are. the words have their protocols.
salient angles tell their stories. the last drop of water in a leaking bucket.
we wander through these tornadoes. screaming at the wind.
ripe infections in wounds that refuse to heal.
powerless deities in a paradise of our own invention.
the waiting convinces us. that there's something more.
the rain drenches us and we blame the sun.
the fairy tale stalls. all scalene triangles and unsolved equations.
we're small enough to see the distance. too big to understand what it means.
the universe tucks us into its pocket.
all voided transactions and loose change.
no refunds.


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