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A Few Breaths Before Venus
Wheels touching pavementHe was again punch drunkTrapped in the befuddlement of it allUnable to escape the heaviness Taken by her songHis frequency had weaved its wayThrough her melody They had been watching white birds flying northwardTracing the quiet eastern skyA few breaths before Venus appearedShe wondered aloud if we could exist like the planetsSuspended in the heavensHe wasn’t sure what…
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Slim Jims and Fingernails
Between duty and desireStretched 200 miles of solitary roadside ruminationsFrom Lincoln to Dime BoxOnto to Caldwell and Bryan The ephedrine creeped across his scalpIts animated tendrils digging into the folds of grey matterAs the low beams of oncoming cars lit up his pupils He took a sip of slightly warm gatoradeAnd squinted into the veil of night The darkness captured a stillnessMore…
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Lost Boys of the Branches
Every few years, I remember a photoThat was pinned to a bulletin boardIn a broken town post officeA few miles south of Buda With a lawn sprawling across an acreA lone, dead Live Oak punched out of the groundLike the fist of the emergent undeadPinning the property firmly to the EarthTaken by children with buckets of paints and old bicyclesHung like Christmas ornaments from its bulging…
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Omelas
The Northern Mockingbird sings at nightThrough his mastery of the mimicryHe sings his nocturnal songsIn the Summer eveningsFull choruses beneath the bright moonAt this hour, I am his lone admirer I try to count the iterationsEach borrowed tune cutting through the nightThroughout the nights durationThe mimic of many tonguesHis talent while we sleep goes unsungAnd I lose track of of his…
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Bogart
Her wrists and hands are my favoriteThe only weakness she can’t hideI kiss the soft skin and savor itSmoothness same color as her brown eyesSlender fingers intersecting between my digitsI feel the pulse of her heartThe energy I receive is religiousIt’s a love I will always bogartI think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship
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Save Washington Street
He couldn’t say if he would ever be readyBut with the hundreds of storiesThat seemingly rose forever above himHe felt his story was lost Down the sidewalk a bicyclist clipped a pedestrianHis reflection ghosted every passing windowThat look, he knew it well Two decades ago he had satWith the old man who never understoodHis face forever framed across the top of his newspaperOr with his nose…
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Sweet and Untouched
From where I am sitting It all looks pretty good The mirror is crooked And the little angel is staring back She sleeps content with it all Safe in the knowledge That when she opens her sleepy eyes Home will be the place where she will die The arguments, she won’t hear Dishes breaking, only after she disappears Paper Mache hearts that are crumbled and broken Soften only by tiny steps Like sunshine…
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The Fitzgeralds
He slid the salt across the tableLike he was an Olympic curlerBut instead of winning goldIt tapped loudly into my plate of fried potatoesWe laughed louder than we had all night I took a drag off the black cigaretteHolding it for a moment enjoying the spices and oilsThen like a dust bowl storm I let it goThe dark cloud made its way across the dinerSkirting across the top of the headsOf those in…
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Strength of Keats
She walked briskly to the car, not just any car, a baby blue beastWith a punch button start and doors that could take bulletsIt was a part of a past, that I didn’t completely understandA past that contained Life magazines filled with photos of a distant warAnd sidewalk photographers that preyed on Sunday shoppersAs they exited downtown buildings of opulence and fashion And there she was in her…
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Strength of Keats
She walked briskly to the carA baby blue beastWith a punch button startDoors that could take bulletsPart of a pastThat I didn’t completely understandOne that containedLife magazinesDead siblingsWar photosAnd sidewalk photographers And there she wasIn her matching blue floral dressStraw hatPulled down lowSitting on top of her dark glassesOut past her decadeTaking the steep decline down…
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Mr. Dragonfly
Mr. Dragonfly are you lost? The light is gone And there is a fear of frost You’re such an unusual visitor So late into the night I wonder if you like to stop by for the night And be on your way with the mornings light. Those back at your home Nestled in the grass Down the street Turning left Continuing down the dirt path Surely they are missing you What unfortunate turn Brought you to us…
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Grief Obeys It's Own Trajectory
Man sitting on bench overlooking sea Sometimes it feltAs if she was entrenchedIn great field hospitalsOf pain and confusionOn untested battlegroundsTriaging wounds As she searched shadowsGrief wrote her storyChapter by chapter She howled in the darknessAnd fought through stormsThat lashed her faceWith salt and painkillers She now existed on a dark canvasHiding under deep waves of acrylic…
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Our Common Pulse
The weight of repetitionIt’s a funny thingIn your youthIt’s the sparkBut if i am being honestThe older I get the heavier it becomes Doing the heavy liftingIn cylindrical fashionIn the land of Karoshi As a collectiveOne trembling giantPandoDrawing breathsOn commutesAnd then exhalingAs we sliding down dinosaur tails We have found our common pulseBut the world is a lot less shinyThan we…
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Cowering Against My Injuries
I don’t like the way I lurch outCowering against my injuries In stature and otherwise Dropping footCatching concrete lips I don’t like the way my mind stuttersFaint hearted against the damage Hiding behind juvenescenceFacades of foolishness The nervesNever coolTheir influencePowerful
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Moment
OScan2Net Scanner Output My rubber band stretchedThen went on a journeyAcross the grand foyerPast the pie safeAnd through the chandelier I laughed as it landed perfectlyCatching the door handleAnd hanging itselfJust missingThe one who giggledSnapped his towel And ran for safety
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