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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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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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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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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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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 