Countries at war
In scale of two people
Related but can no longer stand the other
Cold and distant
Ready to blow
For the slightest of slights
In absence of, or too pointed, a humor
And it starts at the dinner table
Tricky is the trigger
Like a button that needs
For someone who talks too much
She said
There’s a lot of things you don’t say
Those that he calls menial
Those he decided as wantonly
Devalued in meaning
She was waiting for a tinge of saccharine
It was an unfortunate accident
Besetting ardor
Hear words
Uttered with no effort
And all the convenient
Excuses
Hits and misses
Which part wore the other down?
The naïveté that
There is a certain peculiarity
A kid witnesses an adult
Fade and drift to a snoring bliss
As a device that blacks out
After an amount of idle minutes
And with chronic regularity
Son did not even try taking
Doesn’t happen very often
Does fuel one for days
A spring of inspiration
An existence unexplained
Hiding in plain sight
Overture, delight
You came and you’ve no idea
Of the weight of
In a house full of pens
To net fluttering ideas
Laid in paper
Intended permanence
I’d tap in
Or sometimes it taps me
I missed that train again
A few steps slow
Buzzing last warning
And the door slides slowly shut
Mocking those who rush in defeat
The next three, six, maybe five minutes
Wasted long
The pill let me borrow time
Temporarily feel better
Incipiently I fought both
Pain and it’s supposed relief
For that which buys me time
Will be tomorrow’s thief
The cap warrants
The day starts with her opening her eyes
Catching a glimpse of my face
She’d bloom gently into a smile
And some days she’d find me by our round dining table
Engrossed in something worth doing
Greets me the
It was a moment that seemed
Worth spending holding another
Magic is more magical
With another set of eyes
Sharing creative deceit for the first time
He only knew desolation
As a gray tone creeping in
Fearing void for its vastness
Inevitably wasted resource
He surmised
Might as well waste
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