Twofold

an exercise in cutting the fat on a poem that i wrote tonight. funnily enough i think it turned out better than the original, so here’s the skinny one:


Twofold



Knowledge of a bad idea.
Above, dark, storming.
Not the lucky ones
Cursed and wicked.

Pushed along
Can’t see
Down a hole
Rabbit in a fox-suit.

Don’t absolve my sins
For what are yours?
So wrong
I knew it was.

Sordid temptation.
We both falter.
Edging the truth
And we’re not forgiven.

Admit it, undignified.
Though I can’t
It’s indiscretion’s pull
A siren calling

I wanted and it was criminal
Indecent
Imagined, nothing more
So I hold

Needful force
Fire against my hand
Space; you deny
I’ll lose

Pointless yawning berth
And threatening dreams
My undoing
I blame you.