Pyrrhic victory

there it is. pyrrhic victory. to have fought well and won, yet to have lost more than was worth your efforts.
:is a victory with devastating cost to the victor. The phrase is an allusion to King Pyrrhus of Epirus, whose army suffered irreplaceable casualties in defeating the Romans at Heraclea in 280 BC and Asculum in 279 BC during the Pyrrhic War. (Dictionary.com)

yay!

new words

oh, to be a poet again
write what the heart remembers

after seven years somehow
returned to me out of time
you're so different, no longer mine
yet there's still an unhealed sore
in the layer of my heart
where you inhabited that great
cluttered room

and i feel entitled to posses
you there again, but i'm not
maybe we were wrong
these last seven years, wrong
to have departed, but we weren't
and that's how the heart mis-
remembers

over and over convincing me
that i guess, yeah, i do
feel actually and i can no longer
deny my lost loves' lasting
impact


oh, to be a poet of forgetfulness again. if you do something well, do it so that it inspires you by your success at it, enables you to continue. i think that's what my friends have done that i wasn't sure about how to do. so many things got in the way. maybe this is how i can remove those obstacles. maybe.

locality of digression

locality of digression
8.7.08

the day passes away beneath us
hands malfunction slower circles
of mimic, was all we were
ever in this for was to show one
another what we are incapable of

love, we, lovely depart along
separate courses bound in
the night for other destinations
taste you on my teeth, mouth
aches with syllables spoken

ashen. sight out of crystal lifting
i know my future yet it, somehow,
doesn’t know me squeezes scent
doses out trajectory vector after
vector. rain, song, sun

live your way into your answers
your questions are pointless
otherwise, augment your life
with unknown languages prayers
to unnamed deities. let them
decide