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Morning Run
I need to run to catch my breathThin air keeps the demons quietDistance keeps them at bayHeart pitter patteringPounding awayA commerce of bloodWith every beatA hundred thousand milesFrom my heart to my feetDefiant legs full of acidTense, then looseEver falling forwardCatching up with themselvesTurning overRolling the earth beneath meGalloping togetherChasing myselfAt my most primalJaw opens 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
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Breathing Earnestly
Hope,How it strangles me,Keeps me breathing earnestly.Wondering where I’ll end upWandering where I’ll be.Patient promises denied by destiny. 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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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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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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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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Following the Moon
I’ve been running from the lives I’ve left behind. Vagabond orbiting the earth, Following the lonely moon, The one friend I know will be there to the end. There’s more to life than seeing the world, The moon knows that best of all. How I want to teach a dog to swim, Sit and watch 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
Hole In The Hedgerow 