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Bury the Snow
This place is hauntedBesieged by skeletons and ghostsHiding in the broad daylightHiding behind my eye lidsIf I dig the gravesWill they bury themselves?But I can’t bury the snow beneath the earthTo hide the footprints of the last fallBut stick around for the sunsetAnd stay for the dawnAnd maybe the sun will erase the footprintsAnd melt… Continue reading
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My Blood-stained Boots
Blood-stained crimson bootsThat carried me so longWith the memory of each step in the leather foldsPolished scarlet with spit and loveUntil the wrinkles shined like an old man’s wink at the sunFor keeping my toes safeMy body uprightMy soles walkingMy soul goingDisintegrating off me as ashGrounded heels from dragging feetRusted buckles and laces that creakCracks… Continue reading
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Barefoot Boy
Barefooted foothill boyWild cherry spotted footBoy paw tracks along the deer trailsTwisting between the vinesFading with the treesWineberry stained fingertipsAnd thorn tatted shinsA barefooted foothill boyBreathing like a wolfOn a track from where I cameDirty pawed in the gardenWet feet in the creekCrawling for the crawfishAnd fishing the minnows to deathWooden branch sword in handLittering… 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
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Spiraling
I’m a skeleton tripping down a spiral stair case Bones I should have buried a long time ago I’m the conductor of my toy train round the chrismas tree Revisiting the sights, I hate to see All the ornaments that you left for me I’m the sad merry go round jockey Bobbing with the highs… Continue reading
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Eye to Eye
This gift of this present. How many blinks and breaths? Just once, let time move slow, but the seconds tick, my heartbeats skip. The moment drifts, with urgent passion in its passing and beauty in its flow. Now, this drifting passing now, where words just aren’t enough. Music gets close, poetry does its best. Only… Continue reading
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Story Untold
I need vodka poured into my mouth from atop a balcony! Continue reading
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Little Mysteries
I watch leaves blow in the wind. The way they wave down at me. The physics and the science of it all that makes them move and shift ever just so. Continue reading
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I Need to Destroy Everything in My Life Before it Gets Broken
Leave, but don’t go I hate you because I love you Never talk to me again Why won’t you ever call? Leave, please don’t go I hate you because I had you I don’t want you anymore Why would you leave me? Leave, take me with you I hate you because you left me I… Continue reading
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Lures Me Like a River’s Bend
I have to follow that river, Bend after bend. As far up I can go, To all its springs and its side quests, Her trickling little toad kingdoms, Her moss covered stones. I have to check for life under every rock, Kick up every pebble, Turn over every leaf. See her in bloom, And see… Continue reading
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Hole In The Hedgerow 