my last poem about you.
resolutely. goodbye. the end.
no more words from you, please.
i've no interest in you.
you and my foolishness is overover.
don't u ever ever dare
inspire insipid romantic stick
from my brain again
(do n'tu everextr act
itout soslo wly,so prec
isely, likea sur geonin
urwork. itwas al ways fartoo
prec ise,isho uld've seen
th ewa yuquick lyremoved
uremo tions 1stbefo remaking
that init ialincision)
i've someone else now
(as easily tradeable,
slip on-and-off as a
t-shirt?)
the concept of you is tired-out
like old carpet
& dusty towels
& wipe-ur-feet here mats.
sure i still think about u -
(no! no weakness!)
sure, perhaps. butistill
donot forgiveyou.
i don't think i can.
justwanted to say goodbye.
we had a nice time.
igot my inspiration
(momentarily & burnt out at the ends,
but still i had it. momentarily.)
but u are not excused.
all in all,
&.
YOU ARE READING
Afflatus
PoetryYou are my divine poetic inspiration. To breathe, to blow air through my lips. flāre afflāre afflātus. You are my divine afflatus. *- This is my third collection of poetry. The other two are Parts of Me and Butterfly Ripples. Please be kind enough n...
