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love poem number one-hundred-and-one
by Corey Lockabywhen you're down and out
show me just how much you care
i'm a pistol going off, you'll never
know where i'm aimed
it's not so hard, watching me fall
watching another crumple and burn
why the hell not? it's just nearsighted and fake
we're all just too damned human to blame
for our crinkled, battered houses and cars and
computers and itineraries and
BANG like a fucking nightmare
it's that spiteful blade, taking me down
i blink on and off like some sort of
dead thought passing back through
i like you
and
i want you near
to dispel the bad thoughts
because i still don't understand
how a kind and loving
(kingly)
Creator
could bear my breath
and allow me to pass through His
INFINITE SELF
with such rancid and pestilent
disease in my head
so instead, as always, i only
wish to delay my planned and timed departure
by wrapping my freckled arms around
your soft brown jacket,
breathing in the moonlight of your scent,
and denting your skin with the pads of my fingers
so i can feel something finite. 05/26/2007 Posted on 05/27/2007
Copyright © 2025 Corey Lockaby
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| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/27/07 at 04:12 AM "could bear my breath
and allow me to pass through His
INFINITE SELF
with such rancid and pestilent
disease in my head" I haven't figured that one out yet either. Just doesn't make sense to me. None at all. But, I guess, if a finite creature like myself could, my higher power wouldn't be a higher power... it would be like me. And that's really not good. not good at all. "breathing in the moonlight of your scent,
and denting your skin with the pads of my fingers
so i can feel something finite." Something finite that holds a portion of the infinite in some obscure, unmeasured way... I really enjoyed this. Please delay that planned and timed departure a while. Write some more!
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| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/27/07 at 04:35 AM The moonlight scents will fill your days and give you substance until you can accept yourself in your own skin. It can take some time, but don't give up 'cuz there are moments that will end up making sense. Wait for them. And then when those moments are here, embrace them and breathe. I promise it will be worth it. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/27/07 at 04:36 AM Oh, and BTW, this was a beautiful write. |
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