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Emptiness takes and takes Until I am spare, In the ruins of apathy Of sickness, of denial – It gives back after days, Beyond the radius of wrath When the sharp loss dulls And leaves a pale scar – It gives back when I’m leveled And beyond recognition, Beyond the blast, beyond the shock…
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Tread light through your frame of mind, Over broken glass Over a ceiling in shards Over a deepening chasm – Tread light And allow your screams to unfold As you pelt the hard ground With cold rainfall – Stay afloat in the silence Above the snares of the mire When your heart weighs heavy…
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Striving for the surface breeze From the rich black soil, To feel my lungs expand With bottomless greed – On the brittle surface I will gladly surrender To exhaustion’s charms And fevered illusions – Clawing back to the surface Where a desert wind mourns Full of thistle and sand To find refuge in its wrath…
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Melting In the froth and steam When the door slams shut To a dreary Monday, To its frozen dead weight – With eyes closed and tired bones The water conquers it all, A furrowed brow A clenched jaw Slipping away with a sigh – A knot is loose and unwinds In the boiling riptide,…
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Idle years Become hungry chasms That cannot be filled, With lovesick rhymes And weightless dreams – A long snowfall of sonnets Piles high in my basement, Cradling the bones Of long exhausted screams – Now paradise is sinking, Now its ships slip away, Over quieter horizons As I feed the calling grave – Will it…
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When will home be our port of call And rise out of the surf, Dressed in jewels With a sweltering tune? – Even when we remember Its entangling maze How it trapped summer days Between buildings at dusk – Even when we recall Its impassable haze Parched and ablaze In squalor and rust – Should…
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Sold for scrap, The burden of a memory Sails away in fragments Down a steel grey river Onto wharves unknown – Set adrift before its wealth Can shine through at first light Before I’m taken along On its winding voyage – Farewell at last To that barge of old bones Fated to be remade In…
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There’s a broken faucet in my mind Spouting brackish water From a jagged wound, A sickly flood for my stomach – I’ll be filled to my scalp Before I shut the valve I’ll stagger drunk on the swill Before I seek repair – And I’ll blast apart In oil black geyser After months of neglect…
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Three in the morning Dislodged From the serpent arms of sleep As a soft rain falls In a dismal drum pattern – All is calm In this far away nest of wires Where my skeletons dance To a puppet string’s pull – Before the hostile hours Slowly whir to life Before they draw me in…
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Quietly the embers settle In the bittersweet after Once the winds have stalled And shed blood runs cold – In a fire -swept valley Reclaiming its breath Craning up in green spires From the charred black soil – Rolling thunder falls From its heavenly perch Down a mountain’s back slope Behind a curtain…
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