Express Stops

Notices posted on pages;
Barely perceived train delays
Of misconceptions made
In ticks until effaced
By the days passing,
At a snails pace,
Encroaching the date
Of planned service changes
Of bypassing local stations.
Notifications, given months prior,
Ushered within the undetectable
Connections of tinted hints,
From branded jigsaw pieces,
Conducted into those
That appear to be
Neat alignments.

A conclave;
Contemplating;
What is to normals:
The unforeseeable;
Future pavements
Of grand galactic schemes
Of disclosed endeavoured minds.

As I am Reminded

Idly, I sit on a carousel,
Watching the world spin
In rudimentary patterns.
As embryonic tethers
Of feathered monuments
Flail in the wind.

The weight of bouldered physics
Heavily maintained on shoulders
Promise inevitable collapse.

Manipulative appraisals of blame.
While definitive decisions
Were made by disconnected bodies.

Which statuesque hand
Carried the weight of
Preemptively decided factors
When adorned repetitive
Processes chose paths
That severed connections.

Volitive redundancies for the sake
Of preferred lettered emanation.
Is the quasi-stagnation of happiness
An invalid motivational pinion
For what you’d call the calculus
Of your archetypal scheming mind.
Does another’s broken wings
Surmount to nothing
More than obsolete passion.
Is there no other road in which
Your wicked heart can travel.

The words you spelled on these pages
About how your love was undying;
Feathery words that held no weight,
As your prophecy of never
Comes to fruition.
Folded into dreams of alien communication,
As one of the best and worst things
That have happened in my life
Thus far.


And then I smile.
And then I weep,
As I am reminded
By one of the reasons
I love you,
In wonder.