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Last Train Home
I put on cologneOn the last train homeLighthouses in the nightWinking across the roomsFrayed wicks burning brightBut only for tonightI’ll say goodbye to youThen goodnight to the moonMy vacancy sign flickersNeon light in the nightMy road signs point out of townTo guide them on their way away 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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Gravel and Bark
I miss you. I am sickened by the loneliness of you. I see you in gravel, I see you in bark. How the hungry hold bread, how the thirsty drink drops. How the drowning breathes water, how the addict never stops. Longing, yearning, craving, and hope. Each tongue has its own, and maybe some better. 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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Eye to Eye
This gift of this present. How many blinks and breaths? Just once, let time move slow, but the seconds tick, my heartbeats skip. The moment drifts, with urgent passion in its passing and beauty in its flow. Now, this drifting passing now, where words just aren’t enough. Music gets close, poetry does its best. Only Continue reading
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Little Mysteries
I watch leaves blow in the wind. The way they wave down at me. The physics and the science of it all that makes them move and shift ever just so. 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
Hole In The Hedgerow 