Poetry/Prose, Sugar Free

Derby

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Propositions

Emails

Innuendo

 

Rising into the sky

A joint venture

Until it’s not

Anymore

 

Hired

But …

I didn’t sign anything

Wait a second

 

Why are French kisses

French?

And the contract’s

In Arabic

And your thoughts

In Spanish

Or whatever

I almost learned

 

And my music

In English

Or German

Or Dutch

Or Italian

Or anything

 

Except what you can hear

 

Feelings

Sometimes

 

What will it mean

In a thousand years?

In fifty?

In two?

 

You were the boss

Until I learned

Everything you knew

 

You were cool

Until I noticed

You were only ever looking

At the inside

Of your sunglasses

 

Points of view

So many

 

Reality

Mine

 

Violin songs

Everyone’s got one

 

Just like power

Just like power

 

Everyone’s got theirs

 

My project’s a secret

No matter how much

I talk about it

 

It will rise

Like the sun does

With or without you

And your silly, breakable toys

 

 

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