existential faux pas
oops I did it again
no matter how close two people are
an infinite distance separates them
like life’s poetic solecisms
more than measureless
and somehow strategically placed
what trickery when calm mimics clarity
loud enough to shatter silence
nothing but a stagnant ruse
glued to what use to be
now drenched in sap oozing from all the madness fused with seduce
ensuring the stickiness of its lure
choked on sighs of formalities
stuck in fallacious reverberation
still lost in translation
and gagging from the fumes of disillusion
glitch hit the time line right down the middle
a depth of disconnect that may never see correct.
About the Creator
Devon Judd
Ups, downs, and in-betweenness spat out in word doodles, and thought slang, scribbled by whatever feeling called “shotgun” that trip. I’m just along for the ride.
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