my cruel microscope

are the currency of strangers.
she speaks
I speak
and somehow
we both make it through
the night.

her truth
her loss
are all unequivocal
in the hard
unflinching eye
of my cruel microscope.

she dissects herself ,
to the absent –
all to be proven pure
in her trust
in her pain
in the righteousness of her betrayals

as I lean in from the distance
of my cruel microscope.

This poem first appeared on my MySpace blog, Full Mental Jacket, on 03/03/2006

This entry was published on 03/03/2006 at 1:06 am and is filed under 2006, Poems. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

6 thoughts on “my cruel microscope

  1. littleglasspen on said:

    fantastic opening line.
    & the microscope is cruel.


  2. Love the new accompaniment to this – has a real electro feel to it. And the “U2” guitar is alternately sweet and bitter.

  3. Pingback: Straightforward Poems for Straightforward People « tarnation and eudemonia

  4. hans kreher on said:

    She is oblivious to what is happening, or reveals herself any way, knowing full well he is digesting every one of her words.
    True to life.

  5. The cool detachment of the music contrasts his epic focus on her. This is the modern internet relationship in a nutshell.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: