Meditative

by Tom Cintula


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​I have to meditate in order to 
think about you, which becomes intrusive.
Making my underbelly subversive,
Shifting my inner world for something new.
Opening my eyes wider yet steely,
She blows out my knees and breaks my ankles.
Shatters my ribs like a defensive tackle
My brain waves are becoming unruly. 

Knowing how she disrupts my inner peace,
I have to take a walk to forget her.
Like bad luck, she follows me with great ease,
Making paranoia to discover.
How her sweetness staged as a flawless guise,
Dupes me into thinking how much I like her.


Tom Cintula is the author of six collections of poetry and lives in Staten Island.

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