July 2025
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End of my Twig
Glowing warm under the ash,Fading with the dawn,Burnt out by the night.Scruff for the matches,Baggage for the back,And bags for the eyes.Washed-up flotsam,Splintered life raft,On the Shore of misfit toys.Streak of paint dry across the canvas.Last breadcrumb for the trail dropped. At the end of my twig,Bending with the wind,And the weight of everything. Continue reading
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Last Train Home
I put on cologneOn the last train homeLighthouses in the nightWinking across the roomsFrayed wicks burning brightBut only for tonightI’ll say goodbye to youThen goodnight to the moonMy vacancy sign flickersNeon light in the nightMy road signs point out of townTo guide them on their way away Continue reading
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Caught Out in the Rain
Hot rain paints the city brown.In that moment,Gathers up the dust,Knocks the flies out of the air,Hides the bees somewhere.Little corners dark in the drains fill up with memories and dreams,So thick they’re black.Leaves droplets on my skin,They sit contently there,Then crawl down me,As if with will and tiny hands,With somewhere to be, But in Continue reading
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Gravel and Bark
I miss you. I am sickened by the loneliness of you. I see you in gravel, I see you in bark. How the hungry hold bread, how the thirsty drink drops. How the drowning breathes water, how the addict never stops. Longing, yearning, craving, and hope. Each tongue has its own, and maybe some better. Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 