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Shark Eyes
Pearls turned into shark eyes Then stared at nothing at all To the edges of this world Continue reading
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Different Handwriting
We go for walks when it rains and run when it storms. We still stay up all night by accident, and watch the sunrise together. Continue reading
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Flotsam
Am I just this fleeting speck of flotsam? Continue reading
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Missed Connection
You are the real hopeless romantics, With emphasis on the hopelessness, Continue reading
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What am I Supposed to Be?

You aren’t supposed to be anything. You’re supposed to be an upright ape, Foraging for berries somewhere in the Sahel. Continue reading
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Joanies Café
No wonder the place went out of business, Never saw anyone that came pay. Even the cats got free room and board, Joanie had a love for any stray, Continue reading
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The Destiny of My Poems
I hide them by mistake, In pages of journals, and in the margins of books, Or I leave them etched into walls or tree trunks, Continue reading
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Crepitus

A poem from my time working as a paramedic- I’m not supposed to know the word crepitus, Let alone the sound, Or the grating feeling of it in my hands. Continue reading
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Back to Basics
With ears that listen, To sounds that are more than just funny vibrations in the air. Raindrops pattering cascading through leaves. Continue reading
