Caricamento in corso...

It's a Revolution

This feeling I have for you, a crippling curiosity,
Burns low in my belly.
It offers no peace of mind.
My eyes are closed to where I am,
My thoughts instead tendril out like spies to find you.
I was not always like this, giddy and preoccupied, I used to be smart.
I used to know better, and I was never one for running into burning buildings.
But there is a way about you, it disarmed years of practiced self sacrifice.
I could no more martyr my own wishes now, than deny you yours.
Over time a muffled sound began to grow louder in my ears,
A dirty peal of laughter, a blackened bell, your name over and over again.
I shake my own head at myself.
If anyone had told me that I would give up my melancholy,
My afternoons in the moody shade,
To moon over a man?
To write love sick poems as recourse to vent an impractical sentiment?
I would have run through their sternum with the sharpness of my wit.
But as it is, I have been brought to my knees.
Chasing an anomalous sun so bright it, all at once,
Dispels both the notion of escape and the desire to.
The first time I made you laugh,
You unknowingly introduced me to a happy idiot.
One who had apparently stowed away inside my chest all these years,
And takes particular delight in seeing you smile.
Is there no vaccine for this ill-starred malady?
Perhaps not.
Perhaps it is a revolution already won or lost,
A goddamn plague of romance,
The rise of the idiots.

(2014)

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