I’ve mapped the stars through inversion

The reflection of a deadlocked pool

Superficially favoring a change of course


This love accumulating over time

Has grown exponentially more exhausting

I suffer from neither contrition nor objection

Only the unshakeable conviction

That “I” as the subject have died


So much of your heart remains uninhabited

Immaculate white rooms with no juxtaposition

We sleep with our backs facing, crepuscular eyes

Seeking truce in a bilateral quarantine


I find you in the belly of false stones

Unable to extract a single door or window

From your departure, the fireplace

Winks knowingly from across the room,

There is no heat left in her body,

Only hypotheticals

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‘W’r’i’t’e’r’s’ M’a’d’n’e’s’s’

Thomas M. Watt

Flowing grey, colors gloom, 

Days to nights the hours zoom.

Sitting working writing lots.

Smelling words, sniffing jots.

Tired? Never. Restless? Yes sir.

Can’t put down the dream today I don’t think this dream will go away.

Got no reason for my belief except to say I’ve grown the seed.

What can be said about passion like this – a longing a turning an obsessive fit?

Oh not too much, except what they say – a passionate man can be so unsafe.

That living obsession and fuming too much and striving too hard and churning and such,

Can lead to madness, all scrambled thoughts. Can leave you with nothing but the knowledge you’ve lost.

But oh what to do! I cry but a tear! For it’s not my fault I’m a writer, those words brought me here!

– Thomas M. Watt

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Beauty drifts

Across your eyes

Like a departing Geisha.

I have known happiness

In the alacrity

Of your fingertips lacing

Vulnerability and ecstasy


I watch

Your hair spilling

From the twilight

Like a nocturne

I press my lips

To its redolent shadows

And pray

The truth is not mine

But if you would,

Your essence favor,

I would drain

The lye from your veins


Immaculate in toxicity

You leech from my flesh

All good intention

I quest for that which

My lips can find

For overexposed dendrites

And tremulous nerves

I want to know and endow

Every inch of you

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Inbox Into-Me-See (Intimacy)

unaware but underlined

I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me

My box is screaming
To have you in
My mind is dreaming
Thoughts begin

To Move
To Dance
To Sing
Of a romance
Inside of my box
Inside of me

I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me

My box misses you
Our “private writes”
Naked and true
Words, you to me
Words, me to you
Beautiful words, just for two

Minds to collide
No longer having to hide
Deeper we go
Inside deep we’ll slide

I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me

My box is ready
Juices are flowing
Deep inside

Of my fingers
My toes
Between all of…

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