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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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Beloved By their watchful towers The embrace of their noise The art of their courage Resounds in my soul – Beloved In the warmth of their gaze, I crane into their falling light Bearing truth on the vine – Beloved and sought for When I’m shielded by a mist Coiled in grey I feel their…
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Boxed in By their looming towers Their encircling noise The art of their worry Is reborn in my soul – Boxed in and blameless In their sun-blinded eyes I grow cold below Breathing truth in their darkness – Boxed in Forgotten Where my words may thrive Drowned out, By their rage and jubilation – Boxed…
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Powder and steel Rule the afternoon in blood red Tupelo As walls of solid blue Thunder forward through the smoke – Many battle cries propel them The professor and the poet The farmer and the reverend – As a trumpet resounds Falling forward in the mud Among the torn away limbs Beneath their screaming melee…
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