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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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Seven-deuce Offsuit
White knuckled seven-deuce offsuitAt a table of men exploring fateEverything I love riding on a betMy life cascading to unpaid debtPraying for rainOutside a burning houseThen washed down the streetLike a soaked little mouseLooking for rescueWithin every face I seeA stray elephantWho needs a place to beClutching at odds and endsAnd drifting away smoke in 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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Baobob
Baobob shadows on the horizon,Upside down trees with their heads in the sand,Wide legs reaching for the Sahelian sun,Fruit bobbing like ornaments from the feet.The sun laying down for the night behind them to sleep.Huge sky, touching every corner of the worlds curves,The stars coming through that darkening blanket that lays over it all.Reminding me, 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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My Blood-stained Boots
Blood-stained crimson bootsThat carried me so longWith the memory of each step in the leather foldsPolished scarlet with spit and loveUntil the wrinkles shined like an old man’s wink at the sunFor keeping my toes safeMy body uprightMy soles walkingMy soul goingDisintegrating off me as ashGrounded heels from dragging feetRusted buckles and laces that creakCracks 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
Hole In The Hedgerow 