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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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Morning Run
I need to run to catch my breathThin air keeps the demons quietDistance keeps them at bayHeart pitter patteringPounding awayA commerce of bloodWith every beatA hundred thousand milesFrom my heart to my feetDefiant legs full of acidTense, then looseEver falling forwardCatching up with themselvesTurning overRolling the earth beneath meGalloping togetherChasing myselfAt my most primalJaw opens 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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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
Hole In The Hedgerow 