Fruitless Forms

Posted: May 17, 2014 in Poetry
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By Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley

My lips,
opening and closing,
consume,
ruin,
and
free themselves
from fruitless forms

They were once
beautiful in non-power,
unable to consume,
to free,
to ruin,
but that was in the now extinct garden,
before before,
before me,
before you

Silence consumes,
prunes,
tells us to
make room
for the next
dull moment

My right mind
looks for the intelligent moments,
where nothing is chained
or burning,
but my un-right mind
treats time like food,
eats it up until it is
nothing but waste.

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and CMRSYK1985: Make sure and check out his blog by visiting The Brown Bag Special.)

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Comments
  1. That was very good indeed

  2. Phen Weston says:

    “but that was in the now extinct garden/ before before/ before me/ before you” What a powerful image! This poem is beautifully written.

  3. Miranda Stone says:

    This really does sum up the lifeless gray of depression.

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