No, this poem sprang not
from your faint words
nor the silence
nor the coming deluge
of my broken heart.
This poem was written
on the cold concrete floor
of the warehouse in NoHo
Not one scent of comfort
in the winter air–
Despite the hint
of rhubarb pie
and espresso.
Yes, the narrator has
complete control
over sense and sorrow,
never letting emotion
choose the words
nor passion fuel the poem.
Yes, logic has beaten
down love, and reason
done away with pain.
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