mixing signals on the seine

captured by constricting signs

i felt bodies separating

oscillating like conflicting sine’s

a perfect soul unable to find it’s rhythm

within clumsy skin

so out of sync …

stumbling into a shrink

who took a chance to dance

who took seconds to think

“the worst weapons in ink

are opinions” he’d taunt

however we agreed

the worst words in the world

were ‘a want’

studying ghosts

at one of his old haunts

he whispered towards time

‘why do you go on?’

i added ‘so long’


before taking off

he couldn’t wave me off

so he looked away

knowing this was a place

i couldn’t stay.

i left a note behind

that he’d place on a shelf

“whoever truly found freedom

closed the door on everyone else”

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