Isolation by Rob Yedinak
In my fragile isolation
preserved hallucinations
of flesh and spirit
romp unburdened
through solitude.
Beneath March’s lunar eclipse,
with this itch furthest from my reach
I tremble with narcissistic depravity,
excesses and expletives
chronicling perversity,
where your nude reveals its naked body
out of these clumsy hands
gather and stir,
slap this culprit’s face
first a sharp sting then redness,
but I am always here
suitor or accomplice
abruptly interrupting
shared gulps and spills
from the brim of a tarnished
brass heirloom
to remind you
always document nothing!
I a relic.
You a myth.
We a dutch treat.
Spontaneously, simultaneously.
Because of certain inspirations, Rob is writing again after a 20 year hiatus. His most recently published work can be read in JerryJazzMusician. Rob Writes vignettes fraught with neurosis, perversion, noir, contrast, relief and an occasional inside joke only the author would laugh at.
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