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Afterthought 1442—Light from a Candle

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2016/11/30

Light from a flame
kissed by your breath — as you exhale,
your whispers frame
light from a flame
to consume the fuel from whence it came.
Bask in ecstasy's sweet swale,
light from a flame
kissed by your breath as you exhale.

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Afterthought 251—Recycle Bin

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2015/06/10
 
I'll swing back later on to get my things.
But otherwise I don't expect to stay
beyond the morning.  I'm not into strings.
I'll swing back later on.  To get my things,
whatever you've not labeled waste.  It stings,
yeah, so what ... I knew I'd get sent away.
I'll swing back later on to get my things
but otherwise I don't expect to stay.

Afterthought 227—One Eighty

Posted in triolet redoublé by maggie on 2015/06/09
 
Pull over.  Here.  We need to turn around
before we've gone too far beyond that end
of what we'd recognize as homeward bound.
Pull over here.  We need to.  Turn around.
Go back to where we lost the way we found,
that way that led us to ourselves. Friend,
pull over here.  We need to turn around
before we've gone too far.  Beyond that end,
what keeps us going when we have no chance?
Pull. Over. Here. We. Need. To. Turn. Around.
Were this not how we taught ourselves to dance,
what keeps us going?  When we have no chance
together, this road's lost all its romance.
We'll vanish down it, not a sight nor sound.
What keeps us going when we have no chance?
Pull over here.  We need to turn around.

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Afterthought 221—Mad Fatigue

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2015/06/09
 
Like you say, if you had it to do over
again, you'd ditch me quick hard as death
same as then.  Who's chosen for your lover,
like you say?  If you had it to do over,
I'd best be warned to duck, go run for cover,
just leave you the hell alone easy as breath,
like you say.  If you had it to do over
again, you'd ditch me quick hard as death.

Morning Chore

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2012/02/06

 

So, I'll do the trash out to the street.
Except some of this stuff wants not getting thrown,
though it's clutter now, and some rotting meat,
so I'll do the trash out to the street.
I'll do it, I've got me socks on my feet,
and you're not yet dressed. Besides, it's my own,
so I'll do the trash out to the street,
except some of this stuff wants not getting thrown.

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Guarded Post

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2012/02/04
 

I'm pulled aside. My card's expired.
Officially illegal here,
I'm asked to leave. Since I'll get fired,
I'm pulled aside. My card's expired
with no prospects I'll be rehired.
So even though my record's clear,
I'm pulled aside. My card's expired,
officially illegal here.

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Called In

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2011/03/14
Called In
 

It's nothing I need working at
— I hate the noxious Monday shift
as bad as I'd hate french fried rat.
It's nothing I need working at,
period. And worse than that,
I brought it up, you get my drift.
It's nothing I need working at
— I hate the noxious Monday shift.

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Partly Over You

Posted in triolet, triolet redoublé by maggie on 2010/04/03

She's almost nearly partly over you,
and each shot she gives up's a break I get
to occupy the holes where she withdrew.
She's almost nearly partly over you;
now any day she'll drop the other shoe
and act as though you've never even met.
She's almost nearly partly over you,
and each shot she gives up's a break I get.

Though she still plays along quite nice, I bet,
She's almost nearly partly over you.
She'll finish up and never break a sweat,
though she still plays along quite nice. I bet
she'd trade you in to cop a cigarette,
a shot of whiskey — any thrill will do,
though she still plays along quite nice. I bet
she's almost nearly partly over you.

She's almost nearly partly over you.
You'd not be hers completely if you'd let
me show you how to let her know it's through.
She's almost nearly partly over you,
but thinks how her investment might accrue,
so keeps the pretense going for the threat.
She's almost nearly partly over you—
you'd not be hers completely if you'd let.

It's over.  She just hasn't said so yet.
She's almost nearly partly over you
and don't expect she'll bother to regret
it's over.  She just hasn't said so yet,
but it takes two to make a whole duet.
Just one more chance, she says?  It's time you knew
it's over.  She just hasn't said so yet—
She's almost nearly partly over you.

She's almost nearly partly over you.
Get on with it!  Rewind, reload, reset!
The one who loves you most's not you-know-who.
She's almost nearly partly over you—
that's more than almost nearly partly true!
While you'll pay down some fabricated debt,
she's almost nearly partly over you.
Get on with it!  Rewind, reload, reset!

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maggie’s won’t

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2009/10/23
maggie's won't

maggie's head it won't work
at least not how we want
so impenetrable a murk
maggie's head it won't work
let's leave her be berserk
oh, regardez à l'enfant
maggie's head it won't work
at least not how we want

maggie's head it won't go
at least not far enough
bullshit out there as though
maggie's head it won't go
make her mouth her hello
all that neuroticky stuff
maggie's head it won't go
at least not far enough

maggie's head it won't bleed
at least not in our hue
not as wet as we need
maggie's head it won't bleed
maggie's tongue won't get freed
maggie's fingers won't do
maggie's head it won't bleed
at least not in our hue

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