somethings aren't better than nothing

title reflects poem in no way

there is always an answer

it seems as though this is ignored

a portion our emotional defense mechanism

an amount of true ignorance

a segment of selfishness as we cling to

hold others accountable for delivering us to

the zenith of realization

make connections that would be apparent

if we were to have inward realignment

refuse the obtuse notion of choking ghosts

with hopes that when wrung dry

they'll become parchment 

upon which we record our interrogations

there is always an answer

we could learn from algebra trigonometry

even such a pulse-less never-blinking beast

is at peace with x is equal to a number

greater than forty-one but less than forty-two

the answer to why she left

is simply that she had to

the answer to what was her reason

x equals any number greater than a pound

but less than a concrete ship.

Author's Note

in cape may new jersey there is a sunken ship, it was a poorly imagined concept, in ww2 i believe. and yes it was marginally made of concrete. only the bow could be seen from the beach.

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

Aloha,

What an excellent piece! I will be back.

Alisa

[Confuser]

I see your notes and thank you, and I'm thinking I found something in your writing, much clearer than the impression of the sunken ship; you are a poet, a very good one, all the rationalizations, blame, all the complications are ridiculous it seems you say; all the over analyzing I do (probably bored with); in the end, it didn't work out for whatever reasons. Simplicity. Great writing. Thank you. Wow.

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~~ this poem has triggered a million thoughts... and especially because i was caught in a mental storm yesterday... ~~ my heart broke again and i didn't know if i was sane or insane... or my partner was sane or insane... ~~ the absence of a mathematical formula... that can be applied to love... is tragic... for me at least...

[Steeven]

i am derailed by many of your postings. it was evident that something terrible, or at the least tremendous, had occurred. a sullen load is heavy but don't let it lower your head. to hear the best of the birds rise to their canopy beds.

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~~ i'll mail you... maybe you could help me understand something, monsieur steeven...