Ill Doesn’t Mean Classic… by P Chatelain

Ill Doesn’t Mean Classic

i think i have it, but having trouble
reconciling with the fact that i live
in a universe of crumbling masses.
i’m trying to make something that lasts.
if i stumble they laugh so it’s a struggle, don’t ask.
it’ll all pass, but don’t miss it when it does.
each kiss feels so different without love and i guess
“trying to get distance” is what it was.

the sun chases me so i’m just pacing to breathe,
planting seeds my heart waters when it bleeds.
beneath my skin are trees, nature knows me.
(from within, at least.) so with the least smirk
i tell the brown leaves, “desert me, please.”
it hurts as they leave, but the time spent nursing my skin
was worth the whole worlds weight in sin.


inspired by Charles Hamilton

Author: Mr. Phillipe

Phillipe Martin Chatelain / @uptownvoice / Phillipe is the Managing Editor of In Parentheses. He is a poet from New York City with a Masters Degree in Poetry from The New School. He writes as someone in the tradition of the urban troubadour or the flaneur–wandering, taking notes. He believes that poetry of our generation has taken on a much more digital definition. Furthermore, it is important for New Modernist writers like those exhibited in In Parentheses Literary Magazine to assume the forms of media available in order to carry on the history of Sublime Art. His series taking shots alone was self-published in 2012-2015. The self-published collection FACETS (2019) is now available.

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