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Above a City Night
The rain falls beneath the light To gather under the lamps glow I climbed above the city night To watch the lamplit water flow Through the warm lit fog Like a golden river below Flickering down the streets From shadow to yellow to shadow Caught out with the rain awake in the night I climbed Continue reading
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Shallow
What we have is shallow Like ice skating You asked if the sheets are clean Funny how others asked the same They’re like snow from weeks ago With dirt and footprints And snow angels from someone else’s body Chalk around it Like a crime scene Outlining the things I’ve done Dirty bedsheets from days ago 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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Stitched
My heart a quilt of everyone I’ve ever lovedTattered, torn, and stitchedAnd you my mistress of sorrowWith your cornerWho I’d half jokingly propose toSooner than my next heartbeatWhen I wasn’t who I should beWith the taste of beer on my breathCigarette smoke on my clothesSo you could be the proof of my lifeWhere my stories Continue reading
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Asleep at a Desk
There’s a certain kind of sleepingWhich happens at a deskThat’s good for the soulNot going but falling to sleepWhen you shouldn’t but doThe sound of deep rumblesOn the ear through woodLight peaking under the arch of my armInto the cave where I buried myselfHolding the heavy weight of my headAnd warm air on my face Continue reading
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Snail Tracks
Snail tracks along the garden walls,Impossible to follow, I had tried many times.On a hill, in front of hills behind hills,Rolling from here to the ocean.Clouds, hanging low, moving fast. If you laid looking up, you’d be flying.Clouds that could be anything.Or so they were.How they’ve changed in my eyes.Raining, barely a drizzle, more than Continue reading
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Jaded
Brush the jade offWith a deep breathAnd with earnest sighsStand tall in my new fever dreamWith tired squinting eyes Casted adrift with no anchorsLost myself bobbing on the wavesWith the lows and the highs Drifting sinking shipTo a splintered wreckA passenger or victim of the currentWashed up flotsom speck And now, a new shoreCovered in Continue reading
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Reflected
My world reflectedAnd sinking away in twinkling black pools.My time passingCurved and in baby blue.How your smiles move into your eyes,And by how you see out of them.You looking up,Me looking down.My little life.How I disappear and fade into you.How I feel smaller as my river approaches the ocean,I’m spread out along the shores,Like a Continue reading
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Silent Echo
Silence has an echo,Things left unsaid speak back.It begs to be written.Words that should have been whisperedInto an ear,Being read instead by you.But unspoken words are all I have,So these scribbles will have to do.Graffitied into my mind,Etched into my skull.Begging for forgiveness,Love unconfesssed,The truth untold, the lie left said,And the goodbyes at the ends,Come Continue reading
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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
Hole In The Hedgerow 