meaninglessness knocks at the door

[mealltach]

meaninglessness knocks at the door;
how shall we answer?

it feels like years since i've written
and it is, it has been, tense is fucking irrelevant. seconds tick, drip
like rain from the corners
the gutters
the taps
but i'm not annoyed
i'm

overjoyed
everywhere i am reminded of
this, everything's
reflective.

reflect upon this: your
eyes are mine, and mine
yours. sense not senses,
ideas not morals,
and certainly not belief. can i be this frank
in a poem? well, the occasion calls
for it. no metaphors, only this:

i yield
i yield
i yield to it all, and i adulate
it's all i can muster

 

[RareForm]

reflect upon this: your
eyes are mine, and mine
yours. sense not senses,
ideas not morals,
and certainly not belief. can i be this frank
in a poem? well, the occasion calls
for it. no metaphors, only this:

damn, i really liked this one, especially this part...

thanks for sharing!

 

[cherub]

one of your great piece of work, it is nice to see you back around