Libel


I hear what hurtful things you say to me
Sharper words an enemy dare not wield
There is no hiding from this agony.
 
Once we frolicked inside a fantasy
Each new day full of happiness revealed,
I hear what hurtful things you say to me.
 
A speech that never favored pleasantry
Has cooled into something darkly congealed
There is no hiding from this agony.
 
I was your friend, displayed great gallantry,
‘Twas all for naught, now my sad fate is sealed
I hear what hurtful things you say to me.
 
A love poem changed into an elegy,
A shocking aspect, so rudely concealed,
There is no hiding from this agony.
 
Two now reduced to one and one’s ennui,
Subtraction’s division, a random field,
I hear what hurtful things you say to me
There is no hiding from this agony.





Collapse of the Center

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She’s silken, but not a bit like a tent,
except when gathering disparate notions
to ponder, posture, adopt, circumvent,
like waves upon the storm-crossed oceans.
Nothing here can ever truly be owned,
these countless lies, those capricious whims,
these media models, perfectly coiffed and toned,
infinite hours spent in unmentioned gyms.
Loose approximations are what pass as tether, 
binding us equally in fears and glory,
this digital realm pretends to draw us together,
but communication is a sad complex story. 
The quirks of fate, the glitch gone viral,
the online world in a downward spiral.