The 30th offering from Ten Pages Press is now available: Eulogies by Craig Podmore.
Undertow
I have no hero in me,
Just insatiable love-loss.
I feel the hole in my heart at 3am,
Divorced from thoughts of woe –
Keep away, my mindless undertow…
Lachrymatory bottle full,
Just mourning for the six foot under romance.
I’m always a pariah of amour,
Death-ballet-love-hate show,
Kill it, my yearning undertow…
Tried to keep it wrapped up but it always tears at the seams.
I wanted it to be paraded but it always just builds up inside.
I keep my heart up on a crane
Low enough like a flag at half-mast.
I think love’s kind of a fascist thing,
It takes over without your permission.
It’s criminal, this searing undertow.
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