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  • distance

    it was only a lettera collection of symbolscombined into established meaning expressing an idea a thought conveyed a sentiment but the miles between pen touching paperand eyes too misted to read clearlyto decipher the me…

  • Evening Stars

    we hang our hopes on the evening star the dream birthed bloody through the years the sparkle of possibility disguises the day’s squalor leading one to forget the poison in the marrowcausing one to questionthe blessing of…

  • The Kiss

    Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and he arrived at her side in time to save her from the man explaining how to hedge stock options.His hand slid smoothly around her waist as he led her towards the co…

  • Waiting . . .

    you guard your secrets I ice skate around you in circles making funny faces and telling jokes just to see your eyes sparkle eyes that are always so sad I ask you to dance and take your hand I don't mind leadi…

  • Hey, neighbor!

    He wakes me up at five a.m. every morning starting up his hog.He takes a minute in the evening before going in the house to throw a couple of long passes to the kids on the street.When he talks to you, h…

  • Hold it

    hold my tongueclench tightly between teethlet no word, no sound, no utterance escapethe asinine, the uninspiredthey will be here tomorrowand for a million tomorrows to come.some windmills do not need to be tilted at.some…

  • Slow Burn

    i am the rolling thunder that rumbles in the distancethat makes you look toward the sky and sends you, uneasy, to seek shelter.i am the lightning strikethat erupts in brilliant flamesand stings your nose with electric oz…

  • Please?

    Walking through the country fair,October's chill excites the air.A warm dough boy on paper plate,The sounds and smells intoxicate. But you, my love, are miles away,Held fast by thoughts you won't convey.Those worries wil…

  • Nothing to Lose

    caught short, confused my body bruised used, un-snoozed, and over boozed.foolhardy drain of ill-got gain my bane, my pain a sad refrain.with reckless speed of long lost breed the nee…

  • My Future Flashback

    I sit on the bed and watch you packAnd the voice in my head is shoutingStop, Wait, Please don'tBut I watch in silence as you fold the faded flannel shirt I love to borrowThere was no fight;we never foughtWe talked on end…

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