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Verging on all things I said I'd give up
Because keeping track and staying disciplined is hopeless
Fluttered lids. And their half-visions
You noticed and asked but it didn't make anything feel better
I used to check for you first thing on waking but can't be bothered now
It's time for us to question ourselves the way a flute prods the meditations of a nighttime lull of a Martial Arts Movie
Why do i continually want to cut out little tics? It won't lead me any closer to a crispy lifestyle. There's hardly any fluidity, instead, scores of fragments which keep us from substantial development. Seconds a lifetime
The freshest looking foto is grimy in situ
Male romper
Most vocalists sound bad, regardless of genre
I don't want to be put in a bind by saying so,
but the way that light bing'd off your cheek
led me down so many linelessly ivory
hallways, repeatedly coming to and fading
Fading: I wish I could for good I wish
Minimal encounter would become
I would become pastoral. alas
My child has learned the word Never
The melodramas contain unspeakable precarity
Issues of kulchur:
the incessant trenchcoat display
opening to flash one's wares
wears on an already waning interest
There is a broad waning…
I wear all green for good luck.
No, i'm not that far gone
I'm a man with needs
Stuck behind a drunken police
What can i tell you
The nights are growing
and with this , a shqdow
—-yours, i can not nestle in
The road winding, curvy
Swaying like a decapitation
Th final moments movements
of an ending
a Narcissist berates everyone that matters
then says none of it mattered
Ive got a new reason, personally
Ending my associations
You are trying to hurt my mind
Trying to tell me what to like
the Best Thing is to close the dor
Drunk for one day
Sleazzy at an angle
I'm going away
No not that far
Well it's been fun
But I'm going away
Fertility
A series of expulsions…
Torrential my feelings
Repressed for a moment
Flood'ed posthaste with
Reality and its necessary alterations
None of it ever quite sync'd
A stagger a stutter a flood
of They Are Overbearing
And worth neglecting
What is Anyone Worth
(Especially the narcissists
in their epidemic
of They Are Overbearing
And worth the idea but not
Reality and its necessary alterations)?
I'm sidelong I'm nice I'm not really
None of it ever Convincing.
Does it matter. Does any comment matter
If you get as subjectless as you can
There's no need for persuasion
There' a slick dip off into a fertile,
Torrential series of expulsions
Which will stagger off restless into
A night flooded with fog
COREY QURESHI IS A WRITER BASED IN PHILADELPHIA. HE IS THE AUTHOR OF SEVERAL CHAPBOOKS OF POETRY, MOST RECENTLY you are bereft IN OCTOBER 2025. HE RUNS THE WEBSITE / READING SERIES BOXX PRESS. @q_boxo
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