Five Twitter Poems | Your Grim Equation

I.

Poets will lie to you

about love and

compare it to a

butterfly or some

other colourful

flora or fauna

that dies too soon

but love is forever

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II.

And so you hit the lab and put

your grim equation to the test

beam + rope + body = X

But where does

gravity fit in

and how?

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III.

My mother is building a monument

bigger than the Great Pyramid of Giza

reducing my mind to desert

my memory her loyal slave

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IV.

I’d tell you about

my mom’s death

her raised hand

and final sigh

but the tell is too long

and the while too short for now, now-now, just now

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V.