Dysfunctional Function: A Tale From Inamorata

An operation that works, when it doesn’t
A dysfunctional function of heart
Its pieces fall apart
The peripheral view of its art
Form jagged edged lines
A functional form of dysfunction
Pleasing to the eye; observant
Though bleeding tears; concurrent
Dysfunctional function indeed
 
The illusions we create
Absolve us from our fate
Surreptitiously delivering
Needs to be met
Feeding fire and regret
 
The illusions we hold dear
To others, do not appear
Its bittersweet my dear
To reveal them all at once,
Oh the fear!
 
I tremble…
I squirm…
 
Should an impending doom appear
The warning was made clear
It is not unexpected
Regrets, further regretted
Advice you did not heed
Dysfunctional function indeed
 
A dysfunctional function at its junction
Will reach denouement
And the intricacies of its plot
Will accentuate finality
Axiomatic reality
The unvarnished truth
The day the Ends became loose
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About Maya

I like words like "labyrinthian," "kerfuffle," and "serendipitous" because they're mellifluous. I love poetry, pumpkin ales, sangria, long summer days, Fall foliage, going out of my way to step on crunchy leaves in October, live music, Jazz, Salsa dancing, theater, film (foreign and indie), the arts (myriad varieties), dance (in theory and practice) and any place where I can sit outdoors and take it all in.
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One Response to Dysfunctional Function: A Tale From Inamorata

  1. Tacey says:

    I LOVE this!

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