Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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I want to be light again

We’re all glass cannons breaking as we fire. It doesn’t hurt one bit, but every bit. I can see with my whole body, but only on the Easter Vigil. Beds are not tombs, but the stone in front of the tomb. The coral light of day eats my corneas.   I am not edible in sunlight. When pressured, I produce a toxin called depression that alienates all my friends. Some […]

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Although I am made into me

The orange of crazy about you, body heat beating into me. We lie here, two moth-like stars, emptying recycle bins into each other’s throats.   See, I keep falling for others, despite any self-expense: a miracle: it’s hard to love for anyone, who I am. This is the only prayer we are.     Geramee Hensley is from Cleveland, Ohio. He attends Capital University where he has taught a portion […]

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A music plays that we are born immune to

We cough cynical arpeggios together on nights like this,   the sky a shipwreck of blasted confetti. Without thimbles   on the eyes, moonlight is too much, a mammoth whispering Yeats in   our ears as it violates us. Where is my happiness? In my other pants pocket.     Geramee Hensley is from Cleveland, Ohio. He attends Capital University where he has taught a portion of a creative writing […]

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