Blind
At the end of our imaginary relationship
I met you finally in that physical world
which to be visited is so much smaller
than remembered like logic to intelligence
an empty body in a beautiful brain but just
your opposite tolerably unpleasant not
sad but sadder than hardened come
because we’d skated long too long and
sweat had mapped your back snow white
with blood the star wheels had ripped
along my arms fractures where you were
wont to lay my words in rows hoed
like brazen upstarts out of your skin
where all my screams of green had run.
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I met you finally in that physical world
which to be visited is so much smaller
than remembered like logic to intelligence
an empty body in a beautiful brain but just
your opposite tolerably unpleasant not
sad but sadder than hardened come
because we’d skated long too long and
sweat had mapped your back snow white
with blood the star wheels had ripped
along my arms fractures where you were
wont to lay my words in rows hoed
like brazen upstarts out of your skin
where all my screams of green had run.
Peter Rennick
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