Fingernails full
Of cells
Entropic
Scratched from my back
To be washed down the drain
Of my shower:  I lack
A proper campaign,
Misanthropic
Death-knells,
A cull,
Or a gain.

There is a space
in my lap
my beagle-boo
just for you
There is a space
on my floor
for you to lie
once more
There is space
in my room
for beagle-feet
to zoooom
There is space
in this place
in my home
just for you
my beagle-boo

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I had forgotten how invested I used to be
In those late night
IM dramas
Climactic almost-confessions
Disparaging conditionalities
The nightly flirtation of adolescent
Might-have-beens
‘N3t slang su11ying my reput4tion
4 syntactical prowess

Longstreet to Lee

Gravity demands conflicting armies
Crash in a burst of sanguine sacrifice
A fleshly offering too expensive
To be divinely endorsed
Conscience pleads conservation
While honor commands we duel to the death
Valorious though you are, Sir
Preservation mandates defense!

Lee to Longstreet

The enemy is here
Confronting us
NOW
The enemy is here and now we must strike!
There are no more reinforcements coming!
There is no excuse for our flight!
We fight here
Now
With these men
In these skins
We fight
HERE.

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Numbers
Flaunt their superiority
Teasing my words
My words
But I’ll share
Sweet-talk me
With numbers
And fluent methodology
And my words
Will swoon

This line fits just the right words to say
If you could only say them
Fits repentance
Fits absolution
Fits worry
Fits blame
Fits sacrosanct idealism
Fits relative truth
This line fits just the right words to say
If I could only say them

You, as I,
Must understand the logic
Behind this over-drawn exchange
Over-drawn and catalytic
Shape-shifting as sharply as
We stumble onwards
You, as I,
Must see
The irony –
Just the voice
And nothing else.
Not face
Not words
Just the voice
And nothing else.
You, as I,
Must see
The irony.

Flush
The searing rush
A flash of brilliance
Fleeing focus
Flush
Not a blush
But a creeping
Loss of innocence

Recurring
Always
Recurring
Because the
Prompt
Is always there
Redundant
And obtuse
And I can’t
Make it
Leave

How long has it been?
Drowning in the millennia
Of a few terse hours
It hasn’t been lengthy
Just time-consuming

How rational is it
To remember and
Forget?
To feel right-side up
After so much vertigo?

How did the time
Pass?
Black and somber
A year of mourning
But only a fraction
Of a sunny afternoon