1.11.13 – [N(ot)PoWriMo]

Lines not intending to be read

in an attempt (already failing) to

write the right and not the wry thing


blood not intending to bead

from the contact of paper to skin

and pool in this revealing fashion


[“people will disappoint you” said a machine

(masquerading as human) to me through the screen]


my voice is wearing thin  as the one thread

that draws me through the pattern


pulls taut and keen

spares no bruising collisions


the choice that leaves me no choice

the rationale that rations nothing


let it all be gone come morning


the jewel of this hangman’s lotus

lies – ahem – in its unravelling


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