hidden lives

June 2, 2018

step inside mine

feel how the others feels

in retrospect seems repetitive right

with increasing frequency we turn the dial


think we already know these tired characters

partially observe these terrible plots  

what has yet to happen 

see what they see and deserve


overdrawn bank accounts broken down

obsessive desperate dreams 

when they come— we dream them too

a party we deserve the recognition


but imminent heartbreak

what an individual no longer holds

poignancy primary colors bit by bit

hue and cry each voice kept too long 


placate I mean come

all those human touches and other rhetorical devices

lines let it happen

your tense flexible fingertips 


soft rubs across  

those papered textured voices 

emotional return reverb and then breaking down 

otherwise a pale reflection in a page turn


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