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It was 3:55 in the afternoon,
and there was nothing left to look forward to.
all the dreams had been accomplished
or grown obsolete,
all the information and knowledge
that could be absorbed
had been exhausted,
all the games and toys lost their luster,
the beer fallen flat,
the food bland,
the weather taciturn,
all the birthdays and holidays crying softly
in their sleep,
and the remnants of [...]
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down in the brine thick air
talking of speaking and seeing
you had no idea our entwining paths
would bring us there
seven years, a day
to have
down where the spruce steeps
talking of spirits and stories
i had no idea of the endless world
when you took me there
one second, a decade
to hold
down from the octagon house
talking of nothing and everything
we [...]
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the house we moved to
wore dusty crystal webs
the sentinels had tied
each step was a sigh
for lovers and friends
whose laughs and cries
once sang the walls alive
in the summer swelter
beneath the dozing grass
sow bugs groped their way
under its dreaming gaze
every year a new skin
flaking off in places
molted in the sunset haze
the music we moved to
under its [...]
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i want to keep reading
even though the clock
turns its pages faster
than my eyes can flutter
when one has the energy
they spend it foolishly
wish for more when spent
as with time
thousands of twirling leaves
connected to a hundred branches
impaling a single trunk
which threatens to break
in the unrelenting wind
i look to a hillock
speed its white veil
glows beyond the mist
across [...]
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to myself and the april blues
i resign
no more the callous winds of march belay
do i hear your siren call
to lay between your arms and breast
a snippet of song from another time
what was it you said to me
before the branches swayed
you cried at the end of the story
and did not believe me till then
even after
the [...]
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only syllables of sentences i don’t oh i think
and tumbling utterances is that why exactly know
reach my ears in here all the answers small part
they straddle the chairs just to find out wait
like a cowboy gang right copied it little while
blues instead of boots this is fine kind of like
use their heads somebody actually [...]
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best not to speak when the grey misty mountain
hovers the blue ghost above this canopy envelope
i twist and turn in my own sock puppet sheath
only to be awakened again by rotation of the slope
lights creep into the spaces no cloth can shut out
when we hide, we hide together.
everything before and everything after
is much more [...]
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i have this image in my mind of a pachyderm
whose skin is too large and who stands by the ocean
with waves crashing on the rocks about her
and she cries and screams at the unfeeling gloom
as her skin melts off her in great folds of flesh
and the pounding surf is my heartbeat
i have this image [...]