thoughts

Surfacing

don’t mind me at all- I jump in frivolity from one to the other as the bee tests for honeysuckle nectar. The proper endings of songs are not known to me. Only a taste of a part of the art. A tip of the hat, and I hot-foot it away, Stay too long, and the […]

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In here

So many, here, write words of love. Words of yearn, longing and lonely. Are they for one who is here, or has left and cannot come home? For one who wants a conjuring to bring warmth to a sad siren. In dream, I conjure you, the writer, with hands soft, warm, and strong. Alone.

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Shamblings

I taped my mouth shut for ten years, ‘til a professional told me it was wrong, I should wean. There were pills, too, that hypnotized the disobedient sleep, then upsold themselves. On my knees, I considered cuts, and reached for a siren’s call. But here now today biding time.

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Foreigners

If you would, talk some sense into me. Or, just talk some sense. I am in short supply, you see. I have broad and muscled shoulders from clenching the etched-in tension. A hard head with a coconut brain to unveil the dumb mornings. Those that move in this captivity are bound to me, but we […]

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