losing illusions
cancer 12
to, not from
*
today I felt the need,
the need to move away;
this place is much too close
and reeks of yesterday.
you say I should prefer
to outlast, to endure
– not clamor to escape
the demons at the door;
but it’s not the same as running –
there’s a diff’rence between flight
and the things you have to do
to get back to the light.
one that got away (the “recycled lessons” remix)
I originally wrote a version of the above haiku a long while ago. This one’s different only in that I’ve changed two words (actually, just the same word changed twice) — and I’ve put it in handwriting (because that’s what I do these days).
As you might suspect, this haiku was born of heartbreak — something I’ve experienced once or twice in my life. Unlike some of the more useless poetry I’ve spawned, this one harbors what I consider to be one of the most important lessons I’ve learned about love (or being “in” it).
ancient verse
dissonance
incongruence
the wisest of words
can slip unexpectedly
from the lips of fools








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