Poems, Fall 2012-Summer 2013

I feel obliged to note hear that this is not all the poetry I have written in the past year; it's just all the poetry that isn't awful.  Also, despite the impression one might get, I don't actually spend every day pining for someone.  Most days, perhaps, but not every day.

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I measure my life 
by the distance between our 
bodies, and lament.

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No glass of frigid ice water 
No biting arctic wind 
Can free me from the thought of 
You or tame the fire within 
I am condemned -- my lust for 
You is my burning mortal sin

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This is an age of cynicism

And polite society will not consent

To talk of love at first collision

Or really any profound sentiment

So I shall not say my heart is stolen,

Lost in an unexpected seizure

I’ll just say -- the lock is broken

And you could pocket it at your leisure.

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In the long historical view

Prometheus gets the credit

For stealing fire from the heavens

But forget not her merit who

First put the flames beneath a spit

And called the product barbecue