“the only realism in art is of the imagination”
–William Carlos Williams
then I’ve lived a libertine’s life
without the emotional drain
a thousand thousand nights over
for when you speak of the mundane
trivias which comprise our day
my mind watches your lips trail
down my imaginary chest until
we fall giggling like teens into bed
but our imagination cannot save us
our mind’s a negative space of the world
either too soon or too late we learn
never are we where we think we are
for even in imagination lives rebuke
for every action inaction and thought
feeds our self-eviscerating scold
(May 8, 2013)
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