internal infernal

internal infernal
to her all
is still external
the receding moon
the porous journal
of dead man rolling
in the after-shadows
the echo of has been


cluttering fluttering
is all she wants
clawing at November's down
mincing all meaning
threading tutorials
waiting
for the first snow

grievously gruelingly
I demand her heart
in exchange
all was quietly cruel
the night's dark threat
went ambiguously bad

the madness of consciousness
the futility of understanding
the call of weary whys
in the dying of the I
leaves a brisk formality
a love to die for




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-11-17 at 20:39

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The emotions in this piece are staggering. Strong words of passion and loss. I could read this over and over many times looking for the meaning, but I can only guess. Powerful.
2014-11-18