freight trains split my spleens,
but only 'cause i taped myself to the tracks.
and when your hearts doth heal,
seek my interred gore beside
the colossal train wreck of my being.
the wreckage of my sociability,
the wreckage of my opinion,
the wreckage of my self esteem.
my tarot cards engaged in
a flighty romance with the wind;
smitten.
stained and tattered,
yet allured by the wind.
for at least, the wind goes places.
so unlike me.
but i stay as caesar,
constant as polaris would ever be.
and for that, our fates are quite so alike.
my body has been pierced
and drips steady elixir for
few hungered wolves;
poetic justice for the taciturn.
for taciturnity comes with a price:
P O E T R Y
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Puisi-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
