blurred lines

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under 
bare light
you should
take 
f l i g h t

yet,
change 
of mind—
you stay 
b e h i n d

tomorrow’s dream
          a written
stream
of conscious
s     e    l    f 

                        sublimely 
                                  bored
                    severely
           u n d e r 
              w h e l m e d

i want
out here
you won’t
be 
n e a r

bare light—
take flight
i want you here
come back
a g a i n

tomorrow’s dream
             a written
stream
of conscious
s     e    l    f 

all blurred
blue
lights
in fancy
d r e a m s

                         sublimely 
                                  bored
                    severely
           u n d e r 
              w h e l m e d

tomorrow’s dream
            a written
stream
of conscious
s     e    l    f 

poetic hangover

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verse
bursts
exploding
against
your 
connoisseur
poetic
p  a  l  a  t  e ,

barely
tickling
your
fancy
cushioned 
b  r  a  i  n ,

inebriated
with wordplay,
then nursing 
your poetic
hangover 
back to
s  o  b  r  i  e  t  y .

verse
bursts
exploding
against
your 
connoisseur
poetic
p  a  l  a  t  e ,

always
yearning for 
new embellished
rhymes
to lick and
f  o  n  d  l  e ,

distilled liqueurs
wasting away
in that—
your vintage
cellar
without a
n  a  m  e ,

all verse—
aflame,
oh, such a
s  h  a  m  e  .