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Like the Back of My Hand
There’s an aura in the place, I know because I’m the one that put it there. The aura is love, I like to think you’ll feel it if you walk through it. Few people know the exact spot they were born, I’m one of the few who does, And I return to the spot often. 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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San Francisco Skyline
Tumble weed blown west,Like a beeswing in the wind.Thinking of the loss of my other lives with each mile,All the what ifs and maybes I left behind me.Mourning my youth with every passing day.This new frightening budding malaise that besieges me.Closing chapters, burning bridges,Dropping the curtain, for better or worse.Watching sunsets turn to black.Now, staring Continue reading
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Adrift
My tired heart bobbing on the waves At night in the dark between sheets Tangled up like roots Finding spots and scars Naming them as we go Stories fill the silences and close the distances between us And now we’re drifting out over deep water Hurt by the ways she’s different Haunted in the ways Continue reading
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Guardian Demon
My heart lives in your pocket And I’m a baby bird in the palm of your hand. I’ve never been a religious man, Yet I worship you unconditionally Believe in your heaven faithfully And Like a god you could crush me With just a look in your eyes Or lack thereof My guardian demon Your 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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The Word Just
I just hate the word “just” That I just so stubbornly say To just belittle my words Just before I send them away Continue reading
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The Grass is Always Redder
A poem about my commitment issues “I’m a man panning for gold in the river. Sifting through dirt and pebbles And fool’s gold So much fool’s gold.” Continue reading
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Welcome to This Hole in the Hedgerow
Welcome travelers. The purposefully lost, the jaded anarchists, and the bloodied knuckled pacifists. Welcome friends, new and old, the usuals, the newcomers, the frequenters, and the casually late. Welcome to the travelers, the runaways, vagabonds, commuters, and the lost. The strangers, the outsiders, locals, and passerbys. Welcome to the ones life dealt a bad hand,… Continue reading
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Hole In The Hedgerow 