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Untitled, 2019
As I lay here breathing, heavy to my ears I hear, the sirens of crickets in the heavy cotton night. Musty cloth, shaken The dust is stirred. To the beat of my cage, I wonder what the window taints And what I will find behind the blinds, Could it be she? Alas, she’s invisible when…
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Midnight mother
Your glistening, glinting, maternal face Looks over a midnight, ghost town Full and bright, Porous and light Dusting the ground in silvery powder, Though you may be too far to see, Your reflection on the pond’s crystal dermis, Or your illumination amongst the heavenly spheres, Each night, in awe, each mortal soul stares up at…
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The Renaissance Woman
I am a Renaissance man, Oh wait, that mustn’t be. I must have different parts to be of that entity. I must never open a book, for that would be heresy. “Don’t try to paint for it will taint your white facade” they scream. Yes, I do a little poetry, I can string some steps…
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Morass
Despair is a pool so vast and deep, Lined with cold clammy clay. And everything it’s reflection kisses, turns to rain. Drowned like detritus love lays, Hidden like shadows in the dusty haze.
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The Invisible Disease
Somewhere ensconced in a cranium, lives an invisible disease Who shows himself to the poor and manifests in the weak. The body is vitiated and riddled with unease. And yet he holds his kingdom keys, Leaving interane injuries embroidered in an abortive physique, Somewhere ensconced in a cranium, lives an invisible disease. Enlisted…
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Diary Notes at Lunch Hour
I have a question that seems profound. I’ll think about it as I look around, And ponder it a bit without a sound… The answer I think I’ve found, I write it out on my sleeve now: I don’t fit in around here. Eighty people divided into forty groups of two, while I sit here…
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Ain’t You Tired, Miss Sunshine?
Where do you go when it starts to snow, When you got nowhere to go? Don’t ask me, I don’t know. How come the soothing stars don’t shine as bright? You’re right. I’ll just keep my mind to other loans. Ain’t you tired, Miss Sunshine? Do you ever get to sleep? Go around holding people…
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The Mess in My Mind
My mind has gone missing, my sanity can’t find find it. I’ve lost all control and my eyes can’t seem to hide it. My nerves are a river, silver slivers that run in my body hithers, parts stretching like feathers into my soul’s nethers. They feel everything that peels my mind, like ferocious eels, and…
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IT’S OUT!
The Mess in My Mind is now available on amazon.com! Thank you everyone for accompanying me on this wild, but so so so awesome, journey. Please go check it out!
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