virtuels by unknown
weird-worded pleas please
understand the burden
measure the depth of fathomless
somehow matter and energy collide
manifest in conscious flesh
that frequently forgets
to remember it is holy
look into my fire now
try again this time no flinching it’s
like bumblebees and spiderwebs
makes no sense that i exist
(does this count as proof?)
in a world devoid of magic
you look at me with fear here
i’ve been an agent of healing
kisser of inner wounds
see now with your secret eyes
why there is only all
or nothing
The Las Vegas Missed Connections always had anonymous poets and creative writers outside of those penning the escort/NSA/fetish messages (which could certainly get “creative” at times…). From what I found over the years, this poet (poets?) never used a moniker, so it was hard to discover who the author might be. A few years back, a person from Las Vegas did contact me, verifying that some of the Craigslist pieces were theirs and asking for credit, but there’s still so many others (like this one) that remain “unclaimed.”
