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Daughters & Dads
Opening the poet’s eye again To film and capture for you the Disarray of mom rubber tires screeching child Fluttering paper sobs in the shower tired eyes Stubborn mouth devastated clocks g’byes And the blank spaces left by dads who are too far away These disarrays fill my days, but they aren’t really my days…
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Treasure
All my words are spent, these treasures I gathered over the years. I’ve spent them along with gestures, minutes, ink, and ball point pens. I’ve only unintelligible whispers and heavy silences, things of a cryptic Slip-through-the-fingers nature left in this chest that once held Glittering rubies, diamonds, gold coins, crowns ‘n things… But, oddly, I…
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come away
in moments like when norah is swooning sounds swirling around, a peculiar longing tugs at my soul to forego all the other dreams–the art, the beauty, the revolution, the love and golden buildings–and just chase this one, this profound fair one that i desire too much and tremble to actually reach: to slip away from…
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Forgive Me
for R.L. Sometimes memories hit hard, merciless and cruel, But only because finally they can be honest; Show and tell how things really went down During those days that you were tumbling down Head over heels, but not in selflessness, Rather in a greedy hunger for the things You couldn’t wait to hold, seize, take,…
SMASHED SAINT 