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People Watching
I want to sit on a park bench with you Watch the birds and people watch Make up stories Where they’re coming from and going to Take turns first me and then you In the morning remind me to wear sunscreen and a jacket Fix my coller Brush the dust off my shoulders as I… Continue reading
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Violins Through the Night
The time the crickets come out Chirping in the dark from somewhere unseen Their violin legs ring out of the shadows Then cicadas call and the frogs they chirp The birds will sing come morning just before light In the dark the sounds they shoutCalling out to the night The fireflies with their lighthouse beacons… Continue reading
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The Bees Hide
Flowers walking around And dancing birds In a garden That’s all any of us are Love isn’t alive or dead But like trees asleep in the winter And romance fills the air Not alive or dead But caught out in an early spring rain Cold and wet and dulled by the passing grey clouds Waiting… Continue reading
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Chasing Whiskey
Drinking is the least destructive thing I could be doing Of the things I could be doing Drinking is the best Those things I shouldn’t do How I chase them in the night So raise my glass and keep toasting To the chains that drown me down Though I could be doing less Of the… Continue reading
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Silent Echo
Silence has an echo, Things left unsaid speak back. Words that should have been whispered into an ear, Being read instead. But unspoken words are all I have, So these scribbles will have to do. Graffitied on my mind, Etched into my skull. Begging for forgiveness, And love unconfesssed, The truth untold, the lie left… Continue reading
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Ink Bleeds Deeper Than Blood
Left in me like a torn off arm’s tatted sleeve.Like an old mattress with curves,Footprint left in the snow come spring,The ghosts of sand castles after the tide sweeps them away.Groom me, melt me, and tear me apart.Take an ax and chop it off,Replace my heads and my handles.Make me something new.But memories hide in… Continue reading
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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 