Weight of Ways

RamJet Poetry


It’s the way


I am weighed down

It is the words

that are storming

in the back of

my head

It’s the dead

and words said

It’s the waydown

solve my mystery

for me

I condone

but do not belong

We all strive

to keep alive

the slow songs

of the last dawn

It weighs down

on a heart

concurrent salvations

in a place

of damnations

What belongs here

and those apart

catcalls and masturbations

apartheid and


it is the weighing


done unto one

form of another


scratching the serial

to provoke the


killer craftwerk in cold


it’s the way


compound fracture

of my disposition

alleviate happenstance

and dance the jig

of denigration glance

I fall

and follow

the formations

of this long

fucking line


It weighs me down

In this queue

with you

It may behoove you

to lose

that lovely…

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