Monday, March 15, 2010

A Cosmic Poet Waits

Although
she is deleted from
my fucked consciousness
the cosmic poet waits
a woman
he loves he hates
she is in the arms
of an illusion
while
i wait outside
her gates
in the sweltering
heat of her emotions
with her lover
she mates
a moment this poet
back dates
a tragedy of testicular
magnitude
he rates
silence of his soul
mindlessness
sometimes
the best state
sometimes being early
is better than being late
mournful memories
seminal seeping out
through spread legs
of fate



I had left this post blank and today after almost an year i embed my thoughts on her soul through the memory of my mind..dedicated to another poet in pain glenn losack...

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