PR-37

The Pull of Tides

I don’t know how that works
The push
The pull of tides

But yes it all comes back to water

A vast body of water which
Though salty too
Is too big a metaphor for tears
 

New PR-220

Time and All the Other Lies I Could Ask

Time lurks:
The assassin
Always in the background

And time hurts when you hear
“She died last year”
And then the cruel mind wanders to this:

She didn’t know then that you still loved her
And you think to the circumstances of it:
The unwinnable whichever never

And you can only wipe your eyes
And your only hope is turn to famous
Time that heals all wounds

When all the time it was time that caused
This pain–time and all the other lies
I could ask

When will it ever end
But then again I’m invoking time:
When will I ever learn?
 
 

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