I’m

a wicked gesture, a kind face, confused, living past lives by the second and questioning your every move.

down and up, a dark cloud, an azure sky, a childish tornado moving across the plains of barren wastelands.

a swear word, a refined silence, a handshake, the curious thought that leaves you wondering, wandering in the dark.

a faggot, a saint, your best friend and your worst enemy if crossed, a barrel of gasoline and burned bridges.

a flamer, a stoic statue, frozen in another time, an anachronism somewhere over the rainbow,

the storm that never settles, not here, not there, fluttering from conversation to conversation opposite forces.

brave, afraid, standing on the edge, looking at myself from the bottom, on top of the world and reaching the stars.

making love to lady luck, flirting with misfortune, breaking jealous mirrors and putting the pieces of my smile back together.

a balance beam, a tightrope, walking the borderline between lust and love, praying someone can handle me.

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craneknewitt

I have currently been busy with life and I will be re-publishing older poems. New poems will come. I'm always under construction.

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