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And upon her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.

lindsay — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 17:50:27 +0000

Feigned nonchalance does not fool
My body
Your solace is arrhythmia
The wobbling, teetering
Too-loud heartbeat Of
your captive
Pen-mate
Your solace is arrhythmia
A fluctuating victory
Whose only term:
I suffer.

Predictable Enigma

lindsay — Thu, 25 Dec 2008 06:00:40 +0000

And I, broken
Would be yours
Is that it?
I would,
I’m sure.
And yet,
Only your craving for chaos
Would make me stay.

Double-turned

lindsay — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 06:00:38 +0000

The point was hammered: my protocol is off, hurtful.
I know it.
The point was hammered so I broke:
Not one more blow.

Recorded for Sincerity

lindsay — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 06:00:28 +0000

I know what your apology says:
I’m sorry I wasn’t what you wanted
I’m sorry I couldn’t convince you to stay with me
I’m sorry that you were unhappy
I’m sorry that I snapped at you
And I wish I hadn’t said I never wanted to speak to you again
Because in reality I do
Every day
The way we used to talk
But not now
With the prospect of your misdeeds looming overhead.
Oh yes, I know what your apology says,
And I know that it doesn’t compare
With the apology I owe you.

Knew.

lindsay — Fri, 11 Apr 2008 06:00:00 +0000

Everyone who knew me,
knew.
You knew me too,
didn’t you?

Anxiety

lindsay — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 06:00:16 +0000

Anxiety is worthless
I always know what you really mean
I am just too easily inundated
With the polite imperative of
Implausible alternatives
To accept the subtle

Why Not?

lindsay — Tue, 06 Mar 2007 06:00:32 +0000

Only my implied
Messages
And defiantly jostling
Elbow
Have the audacity
To ask
The question
My silence
And raised eyebrows
Why not?
Why can’t you?
I don’t want excuses.
I don’t want tension.
I want you.
Why not?

Jacket

lindsay — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 05:00:02 +0000

This jacket
Is more of a blanket
Than a coat
Oversized and familiar
And I’ve missed it
This jacket
Is a peace token
Genuine warmth
Overwhelming
What remained of
Frigidity.

Journal

lindsay — Tue, 13 Feb 2007 05:00:32 +0000

Ironic
The things I’ve written of you
In a crepe-papered journal
On the art-pressed pages
In a gel-y metallic blue
Ironic
The early violet curlicues
Just before the blank remainder
Adorning the parchment
In ever-darkening hues

We Fit

lindsay — Fri, 09 Feb 2007 05:00:19 +0000

We fit
Sliding simply
Into these roles
With only
Briefest trepidation
And then succumbing
To the pressure
Of meshing cogs
We fit
Exactly as we are
In this back-to-back
Tribulation
Confirming
Our very
Separation
With benevolent
Detachment
We fit
Not altogether
Unexpectedly
But shockingly well
After rusting
Apart.