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Separation is the quietest desire Locked inside of my psyche, Barred behind kind eyes And pleasant conversation – It’s an unspoken urge In the daily crossfire Of colorless greetings Of well-worn smiles – It’s an insult to yearn For turf to call my own, To sow my old bones Beneath a slaver’s regrets –…
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In a clearing I can catch my breath Among the sun-washed stones Called to their side by a vacant heart – Never mind the beating sun The June bugs and the wasps, The streams of fire ants Across a shared last name – There is wholeness here In these soulful hours, For this I…
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Kindling a weary flame In the pit of my stomach For the voyage across, Reeling backwards through time – On the back of a wave To a cluster of light, Quieting the stars With its siren song – Here I’ll wear out my welcome Here I’ll overindulge, Beached and oversweet Rooted firm in the soil…
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A collision rattles the mind, A trapdoor falls open And a year-worth of sparks Fade the whole way down – A beaten vessel splits apart A phantom floats from the wreckage And the span of his days Weighs him down with regret – A fever dream is uncorked A long draft kills the sorrow And…
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It’s crowded inside of my skull Its walls pulse with ire, Holding back the rhythms Of a ceaseless war – Of the good and worthy struggle Outside of my skin That seeps back into my psyche When screens fade to black – I’m short of breath and overrun With foul rumors and whispers With the…
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Launched from the ocean floor To the pale blue surface With a searing pain Locked inside of my chest – Kicking and striving From the pull of the abyss, My fill of salt air Begins to hiss and drain – I’m just out of reach In the lassoing rays, Reeling through a wild palette Of…
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Delighted the skies are full of iron The mad statesmen rejoice, Consumed in the rot Of all their loveless years – Disquieted exiles Of crowded hearts and busy minds, Dream of aimless convoys Carving slivers of turf – There’s a thirst they’ll never conquer With the arc of their missiles, A persistent old…
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Fill the pot, Slowly boiling on the fire With all that keeps your mind alight In the pre-dawn dark, With old and unrequited love – Add your dash of misdeeds No matter how sinful, Those tales you seldom breathe into life Among family – Fill the bubbling brine With the flavors that haunt you…
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“So, friendships wither and die?” Becomes a healing mantra, Filling in the craters That pock an empty road – Despite the creeping cold Chasing flocks of memories Back to their nests From a fragmented slumber – The old oaths we swore Long ago in our forts, Fade gently with age Just as we were…
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Cursed to crave, In a garden of delights Full of round and luminous Shades of red Falling free from the branches – Enfolded in green And overgrown with hunger, Feral vines wind high Serpentine and tight – So begins the greedy gorge Of the eyes and the ears Of the nerves In a romance of…
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