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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
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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
Hole In The Hedgerow 