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Today I Can’t

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Read your poetry or your messages

I moved them all to a floppy disk 

Then placed that item in the attic

To be nibbled by the rats and bats

But I apologize for torturing the animals  

I will make it up to these cuties

By letting them sleep in my cozy bed

For it’s now empty  

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I’m Sorry But

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I can’t see myself getting over you. 

You can state: “It’s still early yet.”

But do you realize the magnitude

and energy emitted each time we met?

This will be felt for centuries. 

Can I say a lifetime?

And yet here I am holding pieces,

organizing them into a pathway,

sinuous moving to and fro,

bounding thru hedges

up the stairs

into bedrooms. 

What happens when universes collide?

It’s an easy answer 

The energy changes to another form

But never disappears into the ether.

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When Nick Romeo is not at his nine-to-five occupation which is strongly situated in the STEM fields. His main forms of expression are 3D digital renderings, electronic music, writing, sewing, and photography. Nick’s latest chapbook, titled Empyrean Fog Machines, was released by Back Room Poetry.