A line in the sand that bears your footprint.
A fork in the road that's two ways to wrong.
A framed photo of an absent guest.
Speech-notes that never leave your pocket.
A drowning swimmer in a dried up sea.
A ghosting fox in a forest of rustling thoughts.
Sheets still tangled in last night's sleep
The seep of water between slippery fingers.
The stuck hands of a stopped clock.
The monster wearing in your worn reflection.
The hand that leads down tree-lit streets when the night aches too brightly to put on companied stillness.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Pinned
And then she broke Or so she said Seamlessly whole, as always. Pinned between the Milky Way and the grave. Fragile new moon But not the Hol...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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