I meet her mouth and taste her lips.
Cough medicine kisses.
Lingering, fluid and staunch.
Stretching, compressing, retching, professing, ingesting.
Her taut skin contains a map of a place I’d never been.
My soul weighs more at death because my life insisted upon hoarding hardened happenstances.
I pushed my luck when engaging chance, a mistake that has sown happiness.
Although, in truth, I didn’t try that hard.
I just pressed for my due and proper.
Time passed me by, indifferent to my weak gravity.
I drain slowly into her, and allow what little force I have left to ebb.
Her eyes, windows through which I’m seen, but can’t view past.
They turn me inward and I feel the seer of a hot volcanic blue conscience.
She brings me to the edge, then slowly over.
It’s in this instant, that I realize I have been on both sides all along.
I just couldn’t see it.
My last kiss, better than the first, will forever put me at odds with fulfillment.
Chasing a myth that became my reality.
Heroine ain’t got nothing on the eternity of the void.
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Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak.
I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it.
Some stats:
Born: March 1974
Education:
St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA
Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA
University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA
Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA
DePaul University, Chicago, IL
North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA
Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA
Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison.
Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue.
Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many.
I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today.
Some day:
Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.
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