Do Poets...
...flirt with pens and cuddle lies
before they fall in love
with their pain?
and choreograph shots
like a sniper unloading a rifle
with a neurosurgeon's precision,
an act of sacred sundance
on blind spots and landmines.
...write footnotes on their trauma?
and catch the sly fox by its tail,
open its mouth and pull out the roots
of a decaying history
stuck to the roof
of a sky decorated with air-dried dreams.
...murder their feelings?
and hide the corpses in closets
full of unnamed skeletons,
tattoo candy birthmarks on their tongues
to mask the bitter taste of unrequited summers.
...bungee jump from jet planes?
and ride parachutes over silver linings
to save and free themselves
from a wicked plot twist,
and a vintage tug of war
between hearts and minds.
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08.18.21
Β©amsterdam
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