Addiction
Ropadop'amine
Atonal bolero goes round in rote
Mounting its tension, seeking its home note
Which never comes.
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The clonus fires and seizes about
The tissue in acid and muscles flout
Limitation.
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I so need what I really do not need
Suffer the insufferable, indeed
Precipitous.
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Peace unrequited, tragic asymptote
Fruitless debaucherous life zoetrope
My Hell is here.
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Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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The summer of my photography internship, studying at the Escuela Universitaria de Artes in Madrid, was a blur of soaring architecture, echoing galleries, dimly lit clubs, darkrooms, and dark-eyed Spanish artists. I was serious about learning my craft--especially with my parents' educational fund running out--but I also wanted to have fun.
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I think most of us would be able to relate to this. Loved your poignant poem!
This is so clever and breathtaking. Well done, Gerard!