Self Inspired

Sapiosexual

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From across the room I can see the wheels turning behind your eyes

And my pulse quickens.

As you sidle up to the bar I watch your eyes make a quick study up and down

And I wonder if you are measuring in Celsius, Fahrenheit, or Kelvin.

From the Windsor knot to the Oxfords

You project a crisp clean vernacular;

No urban dictionary here.

Leaving the Velveeta pickup lines to the frat boys in the corner

Your introduction is simple and smooth.

I take a sip of the large glass of cosmology you order, with a lime wedge for garnish,

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Numb Is…

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Numb: adjective, deprived of feeling or responsiveness.

I never understood why they told me that numb was good;

That it would help me heal.

Numb is never the absence of feeling.

Numb is the condom that would keep me clean but you refuse to wear.

Job done you tell me goodbye means forever.

Six hours later I am still counting the aggregate in the asphalt between my knees.

Road rash hurts right? I don’t feel it.

I don’t feel anything.

That’s not quite true.

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Fool Me Twice: part 2

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Bring me the full moon in a beer bottle.

Soak my vision in the clarity of hop flavored fermentation.

Recognize the moon for the rough lover it is;

Leaving the sky blue, blending to purple

Then yellowing around the edges.

Have a bouquet of daisies delivered

And let the last petal that hits the table

Sing “He loves you not.”

Leave a box of chocolates in my mailbox,

And if the mailman eats them

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How Photographs are like Highlighters

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A picture is like a highlighter.

It’s our way of saying

“If you don’t want to fail life

You will remember this moment.”

But in a world of camera phones

And selfie-sticks

We have forgotten how to study for the test.

Instead of highlighting the key concepts

And defining terms of our lives

We line the whole page fluorescent,

until we are overrun by pictures of moments

That were never meant to be remembered.

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Why must beauty be gentle?

Soft, pure, pastel, and delicate…

Can I not be striking, spectacularly singular?

Purple and white, a brilliant streak of energy

Tearing the sky in two and bolting down the sides.

I want to be a blazing fire; an inferno that burns away,

Not into a temperate pool of gray haze and nothingness,

But into incandescent embers

And anxious tinder that awaits re-ignition.

Behold the rose I grasp in my hand.

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