Eye See where you hide broken pieces of yourselves, fragments stolen from others, tokens of your gods. interiors draped with make-believe to shield bogus souls inhabiting glassed-in houses founded on thin air. the cheapness of words – they pile like leaves, the dark side of caresses – they come to blows, the lie of harmony – when conflict sells each channel. reflections of reality adrift on an irreal plane, smiling stranger-faces like clouds promising rain, spreading drought. cavorting alter-egos stringing pleasures and talismans onto shiny chains bound to drag the gullible to bondage. competing dreams, diverging lives, love assailed by possessiveness-- embattled insight slip-sliding into the black hole of paralysis. Darrell Petska Darrell Petska's poetry has appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Chiron Review, Star 82 Review, Verse-Virtual and widely elsewhere (see conservancies.wordpress.com). Darrell has tallied a third of a century as communications editor for the University of Wisconsin-Madison, 40 years as a father (six years as a grandfather), and almost a half century as a husband. He lives outside Madison, Wisconsin.
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11/25/2019 09:11:01 pm
I am thinking about you right now and I can't help but feel I am willing to drop every work I am doing just to spend time with you. You are like a warm sunlight touching every exposed skin in my body especially my face. It's very comforting just to see you. I can spend the whole day or even a week just looking at you. You are so beautiful it's painful. The only thing that can cancel every painful thing we are experiencing is an equally painful feeling. You are painful in a way that you cancel all the pain in me.
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