Been a bit uninspired lately, so yesterday i reached out to a friend for a collaboration. Lightning struck, thanks mainly to Brian, and i’m very happy with how this turned out. Hope you enjoy.
Co-Written with Brian Kovich
In me all the poets who came before,
To give birth to all the poets yet to be.
Every poem is a cocktail or a certain person.
Every poem I create, creates a greater poetry in me.
Words flow and scatter, rolling off fingers in waves,
I am a conduit to everything i’ve ever feared.
Every syllable casting shadows that roam for miles,
Every elipses drowning out the inevitable end.
The world reduced to fractions of factions.
A pleasant afternoon ruined inexplicably,
Every drone strike, union strike. Strike out.
Every thought, word, and deed. Improbably.
Impossibly simple, answers seem in hindsight,
Reduce the war to the sum of its parts and divide.
Every independent thought is dangerous to the masses,
Every first kiss deadly to a heartless revolution.
Seek out a greater alternative view.
The world is less than what we make of it.
Every door bell rung, escapes our loneliness.
Every word; Written or spoken, plays a partly bit.
Message in a bottle, letters never sent,
Yellowing postcards fade and curl.
Every moment of hesitation catches in our throats,
Every reflection echoing the regrets we inhabit.
There are more thoughts than there are words.
I am a… (finite futures fascinate.)
Every lonesome tandem within this world,
Every independent unwound clockwork fate.
Trade the passing minutes, useless, priceless,
Forever slipping through, under, into dreams,
Every last breath measured by pregnant pauses,
Every stanza shouting unspoken secrets to deaf ears.
After we pick up the pieces I found our dearest shame,
We suddenly will realize life/love is but a game .