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The unhinged deck floating, it’s head Barely above water Already rotten The tapestry of my swinging emotions washed onto marshy shore Waterlogged I can’t even salvage your love Your tears twist into a figure eight Snip snip Unknot me Unfettered, liberated as Your face skates gently towards me, power, purpose of a hungry sea lion A moat grows around my heart.
Please sift through this mess and find Heavy oars Row to me
About the Author
Janelle Finamore is a musician, poet, and teacher located in Orange County, CA. Most recently, her work appeared in Sad Girls Lit, the international Poet Magazine, Academy of the Heart and Mind, Ariel Chart, Spillwords, and others.
I can't cage you as the brutality piles up there is no way out
the oh of agony no doubt gets more wicked every day in a curious way contending with odd amours on this the day after
today there's nothing but this as we argue what is true and what is not the heartache only gets worse
let yes and no battle all the cruel innuendos and let the goodbyes calculate the defiance of the morning I'm reduced to the parts of the unknown and I'm discounting the sobbing imprisoned in this friendship squandered at the end of a long conversation a dreadful heaven is certain insecurity has revealed the talk wrestling with the irrational in this shifting scenery
all the blanks are filled in as we're running around in a hall of lamentable mirrors
About the Author
David M. Alper's forthcoming poetry collection is Hush. His work appears in Invisible City, Quibble, Scapegoat Review, and elsewhere. He is an educator in New York City.