a hesitance
reverberates
through this
doggedly crooked
line of vertebrae
as a plane circles
on approach to land

a stationary illusion
hanging above
a mocking allusion
to going nowhere
at the speed of longing
the ides of march
have nothing on
the ideations of another
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caesar was a politician
so the idea of being
stabbed repeatedly
in the back seems to be
part and parcel of the gig
a life of public service
is a disservice to the populace
when a poet prances for free
stabbing themself in the heart
and calling it adjacent to beauty

just leaves rust tinged reminders
of failures frolicking fastidiously
through a field of incomprehensible
metaphors covering the ugliness
we call humanity and trying desperately
to spin a deeper meaning in the flailing