Yang

Then ten foot lines, you might say, endeavor only vainly to put the past away
head of one, foot of the other, stand closer than friends and farther than lovers
strands so divine colored black, blond, and wine blow in the wind and let a moment supine
wish smoke would remain still on one same vein, its languorous creep, its musical stain
Peace keep from me thy bland consistency
and be fucked thee, be fucked, peace you have no place in me, but surely I one in thee
no place in life but you will be thereafter a realm of black and alabaster
until that time i embrace disaster

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One thought on “Yang

  1. Darby

    Yang and Yin… interesting that the Yang is first. Love this poetry!! It’s complex and full of emotion. Is it fair to say it’s like Shakespeare in that way?

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