Not A Love Poem

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This is not a love poem


In the sense, per usual,


Most are


In the sense that I’m going to


Save you from yourself


Save you from the nightmarish image


You made


Of


Your self


 


No, I write to dispel the myths


In hopes one more lonely day at home


Won’t take you under


In hopes the machinery of life,


The clicks and cranks of clocks and gears,


The afternoon shadows of drawn curtains,


The moans and grunts of the floorboards


The beds above us


Reminding you, You are still here,


Will be kind to you


 


No, now


You must focus


It’s not my job to save you


As if I could


From the sights and sounds


You made out


Of


Your self


 


There are fading chants and messages


Of those who came before


Offered up in unhurried whispers


So you don’t miss it


In your giant ears which you puff


Full of smoke


 


No.


Now, time has almost dried up


Begging you to dispel the myths and mirrors,


Bid farewell the illusions to their makers


And save your Self

Created: Jul 22, 2012

Tags: prose, poetry

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