third

for the lonesome ego must evade the muse
and the confident actor must hunt the lie.

we are ready to go.

and so what if i scream at mirrors?
seeing how i have accomplished
the art of reaching out to people so effectively,
i decide that i can.
(irony is the refuge of the educated man who is out of his depth.)

after the blow, a wreath languishes
amongst the chained angles and cheated compliments.
this is pure attention–the refugee’s love.
this is best for intellectual permutations.

life is a commentary.
people deny that they love
or have ever loved
the mute attraction of order.

i, however, simply toss chalky glances
at starry-eyed verbs,
hoping they will burst.

i talk to myself in the third person
hoping they will burst.

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One Response to “third”

  1. “and the confident actor must hunt the lie./this is best for intellectual permutations./i, however, simply toss chalky glances
    at starry-eyed verbs, hoping they will burst. – I love these lines, like incidental incendiary intellectual constellations, when tossed, they burst.

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