1.
Blushing rose
we exchanged tender gazes,
our eyes
reflecting a young amour
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2.
I write this month’s ultimate poems,
swinging in ecstatic melancholy;
as I recall this month
where my pen became keys
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3.
MicroPoems Ep. 1
competition
Old Ladders
Through the narrow streets of the gentrified east.
I roam the roads of Shoreditch, its cleanse in final revolution.
My Vote
With idealism we aspire
for lives different;
ballot papers blotted
with our hopeful future.
We vote,
each laying claim
to the outcome of our futures,
All professing the right route,
with other’s outdated and passé
We shuffle in booths.
We post our desires.
Handing over wishlists
to be seen and discounted.
We attend the sparse
drips of news,
to see if our faith was well placed.
our aspirations dormant
awaiting fruition.
With a shuffle of feet and cabinet,
we see defeat.
With hopes unheard,
pausing dreams of
an ulterior status quo.
Pussy & Possessions
An alpha of all,
business and body.
My brother inhales the chase.
Complicit in his own addiction;
he pursues an ironic paradox:
The fruits of man
-purse and flesh;
his trinkets owning his future,
strangers
-love’s placeholder.
Made for Two
Temptations echo
as Tupac ruminates
on clandestine longing.
My eyes listing
across your profile’s face.
Our departure long formed,
an ocean of years between us.
The first drop spilling
a premature end
to a former friend.
On your face I see
your successes, exciting and contemporary;
and my heart outlines a jealous love.
An Other’s Love
With my heart my weapon,
I compete for yours.
My opponent equally equipped,
though seemingly more adept.
J.C. FitzDerick 