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This day is full of hazy notions The heavy marrow in my bones Sends me crashing down Into the freezing muck – Higher ground breaks away With each attempt to rise I backslide through time Still fighting to climb – Full and grim In the day’s downward glare I’m consumed by the chatter Of…
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All along the darkened shore Cold and spare in the moonlight The sea’s lonely drag Births a legion of ghosts – All along the broad shadow Of a boastful city, They find refuge in the shroud Far inside of the mind – Solid palaces of gold Are swallowed whole in the tide Rinsed clean from…
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Clean In the aftershock On the edge of the crater Spared by the brag Of blistering iron – Desolation receives me as I am Torn out of the clouds From a merciful slumber – In the earth’s fresh wound Old roots rot away As I till and I reap From the still-pulsing ground – I…
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Their voices are like coursing water Through the hard scalding ground How they quench frail bodies Beneath the lash of the sun – I chase their crashing joy Their tumbling wrath Southbound for the sea Where they’re remade in its shadows – I fear the mouth of the river The long trail snuffed in…
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Passages of loneliness Burn brilliant in their caverns Striving for the surface From the winding shadows – A frail string of words Breaches through and resounds As a dead language Drowned out Under song bird harmonies – They are lost in these ballads In these colorful trills Engulfed by the haze Of their beauty and…
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New Year’s Eve rises like a pearl From of a steaming bog Its promises gleaming To all the weary stragglers – That pulsing isle Lends a riotous night Of rolling thunder and cleansing rain – Yet its cheap joys rot Once the church bells toll And midnight wanes Into the cold small hours –…
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A sweet and fragrant home Gleams from long ago The lone crackling fire In a wilderness of white – We are miles away In a bleak hereafter Where sparks pour across The ever-widening dark – We are far from the warmth Of familiar smiles Damaged by time Beyond the winters we’ve roamed – Trudging ahead…
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Light pours from my father’s eyes To burn bright in my own And my cold furnace flames With clarity at last – I stoke the same boiling hunger As I steam far from home To a cold port of call Beneath a silver star’s rising – His melody is afloat Among the tides in my…
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He has drifted too far into the mire Half-sunken and rusted Full of soldiering trills The living sonnets of his sons – Half-sunk among the reeds Among the falling vines Where a war raged to cinders As he carried them through the mist – They howled in hell’s embrace When the ramp fell forward No…









