Monday, January 14, 2013

i am jacob

seven year's bad luck i made, i
broke an illusion,
brought a seven-year seclusion to a shadow of a life.

a wife?
ha - what's that...
that lie?
that unmitigated disaster that i
shattered,
walking down an aisle...
smiling on a piece of silvered glass.

you wanna know what's funny, still?
what kicks my daily ass?

woman, i
will tell you now:
i still believe, i do -
in you,
the unattained ideal
of infinite divinity,
gathered in a girl.
mayhaps i will believe it still, forever,
for

God!

that trickster, prankster, spankster
bound our man-woman selves,
our cells,
then tore them all asunder,
as only God can do
(and you).

so i am jacob,

working seven year's penance
for a failure i still feel...
for a wound i'll never heal,
for a lie that's always true.

i am jacob.
i'm the mirror.

who are you?

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