Penknife short poem

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four poems on the nightstand
written on cigarette paper
they could be linked together
into a manifesto with patience
with skill and a fingernail of spit

all the things you thought about me
you were never shy about
dishing out compliments
or chasing me out of your life
mangy low-rent savior that I am

I told you I belonged to someone else
someone that will leave me
that breaks my heart today
and will crack it open as a walnut shell
leaving not a hint of poison meat

that was never enough for love
sometimes a lesser love is worse
than no love at all – it’s an adversary
you can’t hate with your entire being
missing it’s touch and smell at day’s end

still we serviced the myth we’d made
which you recorded with the lines
on your face, meters without rhyme
those times we’d come together
make a machine of our bodies

nobody died but both were harmed
then sentenced to solitary confinement
taking to our own versions of events
reworking them to kill the truth
to spare the tearing of the bluntest edge

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Enjoyed your poem:)