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| celibate
this world is one of grim shifts a man sits in a bookstore for some combination of years and minutes he can't see betting the soft part of his grief even if it means winning the woman who could cure it unfortunate music plays in his ears, he knows every word because they are the lyrics of his childhood, what was once carved into desks now hangs in the trees like christmas lights there only to further define the darkness he swallows every evening with his pills but the thin man in him that wants love is wearing his defenses down like a hungry prosecutor finally this man - any man - stands and approaches the brunette by the self-help books who is any woman, every woman - he asks if those pages have any answers she turns to him like a deer and in one otherworldly flash he wonders if simply crying might work best. |
| Peter Schwartz |
| Peter Schwartz has been practicing the craft of poetry for over 20 years. His work has appeared in 100 print and online journals. Those journals include: Asheville Poetry Review, Epicenter, and VOX to name a few. He's an art editor at the multimedia site Mad Hatters' Review and lives in a place where it is always snowing. www.sitrahahra.com |