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Sinking Chest deep In the morning’s blue reflection Running coldSwept southward At perfect leisure An anchor’s pulled From its grave, Of a dark riverbed And the thrills of lost year’sUnreel in my headOverrun And afloat Sailing past high noon To its misty brine Indisposed Featherlight The jealous cry of the shore Falls hollow, Out of…
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On to a brighter plain Where old bridges still burn Coughing envious plumesInto the pale blue sky On to a sunbaked road Through a desolate dreamFamiliar violence erupts Flooding memories with sparks June’s blistering charm Conjures columns of ghosts And what I’ve earned today Feeds the fires of their wrath I’m wound tight and wrung…
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Fireflies return to my chest When I am no longer crowdedAnd cluttered to my scalp With the ear-splitting day A clear pelting rain Washes out the year’s ashes, Pushing ruin downriverThrough a delta of scars A quake rattles my spine, Letting pale orchids climbAs human snarls subside A few paces from silence Spring’s green and…
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The earth’s become a jagged stone In the pit of my stomach “Any day now”Rings out across the street Each night Sunrise frees worry From the alleys of my mind And its panicked shrieks Shoot bolts of lightning Through my limbs Nights are diamond mines I fill my pockets with its sonnets With slogans of…
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Civilization to meMeans shortness of breath A sharp pain in my chest Long and restless nights An onslaught of tomorrows It is my nagging cough The large lump in my throat When I have fallen short In a rich man’s plan It is the envious breeze That lives in the marrow And pollutes my thoughts…
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Stillness cannot expand In this crowded place, Still choked with the cries Of a lash wielding past Free and colorful illusions Seldom settle in this state, In this lonely gulch Among the tree stumps and craters On this turf of cyclones Only violence can thrive, Its hideous forms Claim this fiefdom of bones Passing reveries…
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Too much of my time has been bled In search of shelter, My nomadic pulse Drums softer and softerToo much of the worldFalls out of my sight, Below a cluster of stars My coveted mirageToo many doors are sealed To keep an illness at bay, How it teems in my voice, Within the fables I…
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The pattern of a distant drumGathers all from the dark, The many coursing with fireFull and restless to march It is low and modest Building speed overnight Among the honest light Of heroes far and wide The drum pattern swells Into encircling thunder, With the tearful screams Of torn and tarnished mothers The guilt lies…
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She strides tall On the uphill march, Among the winding columnOf friends and fighters And their parade of complaints Their banter is a song There is order, there is rhythm The blue shades of its verseForm the tongue they exhale Winding up through the mist On a thankless journey, She fills her boots with stones…
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Waiting for colors to brighten To light the way through the mist Frost-bitten to the marrow Down a serpentine roadAlong the river of ice Weaving over this year, The roadside is a scrapyard Lined with old friends I take on the dead weight Of their year-long screamWith the agony I haul Low and sputtering alongToward…
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