Friday, June 26, 2009


(In which structuralism is sometimes the thing in poetry writing.)


Ever wondered how this
Inconceivably excruciating, unrequited attraction 
Resurfaced when it has intended itself 

Never to return?
Over the past fortnight I’ve been
Mooning over the risky idea of you and me; but even
Ruminating about you turns out to be a luxury.
Another day will have to pass. And I pray for 
Healing to come at last.

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