Shane St Louis
Words on a page: ideograms of intent. Ramblings, a rostrum for reward or regurgitation, what use is even "genius" when intent is sown without direction? Follow me follow me, hear me play my pipe. What use is this?
The quagmire of trust
and old illusions
allusions to past injury
Here and now in confusion as
the mix of love and regret
fruit of the same
regretting not love, but regretting that regret
causes love to be pain
and this pain not sweet
Not-sweet likened to injury
injury of relationship
Is it all and nothing once again?
Once again or still?
Such biases and filters where intent and words cross purposes.
When said and heard, said and meant, confusion and frustration and dreck and ruin.
Such entropy of purpose, and yes: bad poetry.
In the end, this beautiful day
full of gray and billowing clouds
drizzle and chill, its all the same
To what end these words?
For what purpose?
Oblique phrases secure privacies, both mine and not mine
Secure particulars while exposing the heart to ridicule
To what purpose?
Scripsi dolor adoro
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