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Feign II

The Downfall






By






T. L. Curtis












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Feign II: The Downfall by T. L. Curtis

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Feign II: The Downfall

Library of Congress Control Number: 2017913465
ISBN: 978-1976068546
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

1. Poetry - American 2. Poetry - Women 3. Poetry – African American

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Dedication


I would like to dedicate this volume of Feign to my ever-growing support network of readers, writers, and loved ones. I have a massive amount of people surrounding me who are encouraging, honest, and supportive and without them, I never would have gathered the courage to begin my formal writing career.


Thank you!




--T. L. Curtis

“…he had become joined to the metabolism of other lives and until they rose he could not rise either.”



Philip K. Dick

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?


I Hate Myself


Saying it aloud neither

exorcises nor energizes

the sentiments that nurture

the phrase


Whether

shouted in the shower

or

groaned at graduation


It makes my life

a warped game

my aura is too tired to play


There is no sense

in striving for immaculate


While I don’t intend to

cease myself


I just need to touch ‘pause’

on this second-after-second battle


Put some of these friendly worries

up on a high, safe shelf


Being a burdensome partner

troubled child

distant kin

or forgettable colleague

covers me in shadow


I don’t create adequately

I don’t awe correctly


Unhealthier than I must be


I’m never enough

for Fate to straddle


I want to sleep

in peace

At least for tonight


Wake up to finally find

that someone’s decided

to retouch my life



How About




You did not propose

Merely floated a notion

I clung to dearly



Till Death


Penniless

I beg his hand

Silently


As we move forward

My embrace becomes

A full-on cling


Yet he smiles through

The desperation


Yet he comforts on

The devastating nights


The patience he shows

Is horrifically limitless


In light of the fact that

He deserves so much more


A partner who

Can trust like it’s free


Who doesn’t contribute

To the dimness in his eyes


His shoulders slump

With the weight of my need


Though I try

Tearful

To right our ship


He just grabs an oar

And floats on


The shards of our life

Impale me

As I lie buoyed

Beneath him



Don’t Love Me


You don’t love me at all

like they did


Too furtive

Too subtle

Too genuine


Where you touch

grow chills


Where you kiss

heat spreads


Where you look

…naughty naughty


You don’t love me

like they do


There’s no “steer clear” in you

You can’t do just ‘good’ mornings

Can’t stand unfair fights


I caught this wave

I’ll ride you until I drown



The ATL Waltz


The sun is rising

Four wheels slow-stroke asphalt

The sun is setting



Dancing is Forbidden


I saw you in my memory

Shiver in the sun

I know that you’ll forget me

Like you never won


If it’s freedom you desire

Carefully light this dusty pyre


And stand a quiet day, Dear

‘Til your savior comes


My heart can’t do this tango…today

My mind is on the moon

And soon

I pray


Your love will become tender

As much as gods can render

And I’ll never ever cry a bitter tear again


My soul can’t stand this sunshine…every day

Yet the darkness that soothes

Is the nerve that I lose


My angel is a sin

My devil always forgives

And this is how it ends


Your lips destroy my body

Fingers burn my soul

It’s clear that you don’t need me

Pining from below


Where on Earth now do I go,

When I need favor, fervor, hope?

If it’s not right beside you

I don’t want to know


My spirit doesn’t waltz well…you see

The hands you maimed can’t hold

The fear

The cold


Of jumping into ‘lovely’

Of grasping onto ‘maybe’

So I never have to never sleep at night again


My mind is full of empty…when you go

There’s a future, I know

You’ll leave and so I go


Bring to me something less


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