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A Missing Beat
A Poem
there’s no way i can sway you,
i know that (i’ve known that) —
but the heart of me beats
for you, for you, for you
there’s no missive i can’t breach,
no tactic i can’t take,
and it all stands on the edge
of a knifepoint
(i look up at a darkening sky,
and it’s cold here,
and i want to go home —
but where is home anyway?)
there was a time long ago
when i courted my muses
and sank beneath the waves —
but it’s fallen out of fashion
to speak of these things
and every day i’m a calypso
raging, raging, raging
to have something stolen
right from underneath my nose
and every day i’m a solaris
cast away, blinding,
until i can’t find something new
to snag my attention on
(i look up —
and there’s something like
a mess upon a mess upon a mess
in the gray skies with clouds building)
