i’ve spent so long writing tales of the incredible drowning man a mere inch beneath the surface
i can eyeball six feet of rope, tie a noose with both hands tied behind my back in a bad dream
it’s become impossible to define
me
because i have made it impossible to even find
me
i am drunk on wildflowers and pomegranate kisses along the soft of my brittle
lost in the umbra, eclipsed by her brilliance in a way that shivers the very timbers of my ghostship
the lingering smell of gasoline spread across the words that are my therapeutic epitaph
but i lose myself in you which is like cutting the anchor to fly free across the ellipses in your smile
…
i fall into the tempest that is the true you hidden in the numbed nature needed to navigate the antimatters of your artfully impressionistic inner space
as i fly free across the ellipses in your smile
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Gorgeous piece, Mike. Seriously… perfect.
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thanks T. Sometimes they just make themselves appear.
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You are a conjurer of the poetic.
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for my next trick, another shitty ode. Lol. thank you, T.
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oh goodie… can’t wait
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One of your best dear mike. Every line can be felt deeply
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it raged in my mibd and played in my mouth as i drove. i didn’t know it was of love until it finished.
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It’s a mixture of things all in different textures. Complex.
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in your kindness I lose the ability to speak.
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Then you sit with the words. Or snuggle with them 😋
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I’ll curl up with them in my lap. Safe and sound.
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