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I’m the still image of their helpless boy Housed in a wooden frame Frozen in place By the hands on their watches – Their eyes are lost in memories Of his cartwheeling joy Their boy of age nine With bat wings across his shirt – I’m a polaroid in their scrapbook Despite my fading cries…
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Confined To an ill-fitting body, When the loaded dice had rolled To their cruel demise – Now this vise only tightens As the rabid world encroaches Squeezing out sonnets, The colors of confession Wrung fresh from the soul – The façade grows fragile As the fault lines cross Whenever visions of flight Find refuge in the mind…
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Winding down In a burning spiral Collapsed In fragments Bleeding out the venom Of these fearsome times – The swill becomes a whisper A secreted charm Soothing the exhausted To a long sought slumber – Encircled By the city’s furious refrain This inner melody revolts And screams…
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Sympathies fall short They are swallowed By a starving abyss When the evenings ignite In the glare of red sirens – When a timeless fears lives In a father’s turned stomach, And a mother’s soul tremors Waiting and waiting – The swift sorrow of governors Will never soothe their scars, Until their…
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Waist-deep in the swaying grass In the storm’s quiet eyes, Sullen and grey Before the mourning dusk – Uphill Hurrying back Past the moss-green stones Through their guilt-heavy silence On the lone broken path – Uphill Before the waterline drearily climbs Carrying the weight Of the old wilderness below
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The hollow streets were flooded With infected screams Prodded along by a deathless hunger – In the abandoned hereafter The long bleak winter They bloomed for the scraps Of careless stragglers – When the earth grew still Ashen and spare Carved up by scavengers The droves of the damned – A remedy was among…
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Who’s left when the smoke plumes fade When the trucks grind home And the hate of day Turns to floating embers? – When scarred isles raise their banners of truce When their roads are mended Who will burn to fight on? – Whose world will ignite Beneath tomorrow’s red skies As they’re drawn from the…
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Painted shades of blue In the night’s small hours By televisized dreams And sleepless chatter – Floating in the static To hands outstretched Into the solitude’s depth Through their circling phantoms – The same dreams flare From their own quiet barges Separated and shaped By the night’s wide shadows – Their bloodshot eyes Are masked…
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On the way With still-pulsing memories Through the airport terminal To the window seat The long vault through the clouds – To a crushing embrace A warm heart and full stomach, To the weight of words carried Low and late into the night – On the way Overrun With shared limericks and fables Swaying drunk…
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Drawn to my edge of the river Tearing over the horizon Warm verses Skip across like stones Through the calm – Rippling out of the mist Familiar songs live again They weave the dark rift shut Our wounds cleansed and mended – We trade echoes through the night Our melodic volleys Pouring through the…
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