The loss of one or more sounds from the end of a word, as in Modern English sing from Middle English singen.
[Late Latin, from Greek apokop, from apokoptein, to cut off.]
I’ll Be Your Home For A While
Here’s a truth: I require more,
If not all of you, but lie here solo
With nothing but wings tonight.
I hide words that could change
Everything, drafted, in a pocket
Of my choosing. Safe for days.
Got weird, too far, by too much.
Not enough, not by half, not most.
Now the lies: I feel weak when
Your eyes are scanning my own.
Teeth break like half-sucked mints,
Fearless & scarce, less a beast
Than the cool splash & pop of
Looming potential. Errant creases.
the other night
i picked at the seam
of all this long forgotten
& as i stared up
there was a smile
that for too long
had slipped my mind.
& all at once
afraid to remember
in this city we share
fleetingly, it seems
& when the mood takes.
i see a framed angel
swirled with a straw.
we are lapsed.
this is our chapel
full of stars
Cunctation (These Are Going To Be My Memories)
These Are Going To Be My Memories
We have become strangers again,
Cursed by my leaking heart, now
That the wolves are circling.
I scrape my beard against the warm
Silk of your inside leg; flinching,
Your knee elevated, pink.
So, Daisy Gray, are you ready now?
Let’s see about setting the world
On fire. Four, five minutes.
Mark our heights on the ceiling,
Edit the results in fear, forgetting
The consequences of inaction.