Unmotivated mornings,
unearned tears, borrowed wisdom,
plagiarized fears. Time-lapse ingenuity,
predictable pattern or passion,
naïve solutions, outright reaction.
Redemption, rejection, malignant
aches and pains, all is not lost,
nothing ever gained.
Moving violations, negligible
patience worthy of mention,
spit-out excuses, resist intervention.
Embryonic impulses to aftertaste of
regret, incidental remains of
the pretext you forget.
Sonorous inner-dialogue defeated
each day, ruminated incantations
with little to say. Crowded pockets
jingle with retroactive distrust,
take on reality full of malice or disgust.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

Poem Kubili
More than words on a page

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