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Unrelated Events

by Phil Barnes

And then my heart was frozen
To the point of non-existent spring
But behind my eyes I bubbled and hissed with passion
that both sickened and quickened me
The noise was alarming to passersby, who made wide circles
around the pretty thing writhing on the concrete.
A few threw change
And it stacked up around me like a tiny little wall
making the separation between us brilliant and more profound.
I tried uselessly to synch the madness growing inside me
with the relatively ridiculous chain of unrelated events
Cause you left
Cause she left
Cause he left
Cause I left
Knowing that nothing this perverse could be that simply simple.

Copyright © 2012 by Phil Barnes

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