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a meditation
Rain is pouring pride is unmooring I am in mourning I search the inner depths to find a timid will retreating In that place where will and woe are weighed That wicked old me became unmade There is a faceless pressure to share what dust has settled within these dire inner stripes Hands over mouths; […]
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waking
abate foreboding dreams refract from thine cursed demon’s junket light tactlessly, ignominiously blasts my offended glowering photo-insensitive eye let all what ocular let all but imaginary rattle to stark reality what dual haunted set adorn my facial frontage O night! Leave! Array thine posterior as one impenetrable garrison shorning a blighted hope Is there congealing […]
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St. Louis Pastoral
Gateway Writing Project, ‘Write Outside Your Door’ contest entry and adult poetry category winner There are sirens in the city. The forest is not near. Ugly pavements, myriad fissures— trees are contained— my soul also, is bereft, restrained a memory of your unsectarian wood calls me out reveries of riparian bounty beckon me come where […]
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probably he wanted to hit me
I saw him before he saw me. Hunched over in the back of his unironically gray Dodge Grand Caravan; ballcap perched, not seated, upon his partially bald head. His age hadn’t budged, at least visually. That was what I gathered in the breadth of a glance, and then I diverted my eyes and attempted to […]
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drive
I’m going on a drive tonight i’ve got to get out Part of me will leave and never come back I’m going on a drive tonight i’ve become a stranger to the props of my life accoutrements of various assort- things, colors, even just this house have spawned a pervasive confinement now I am separated […]
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haunted lines
A smile belies no passage to inner melancholy. Unless you notice the shortness of it upon my features, or a resistance to new upstarts. A jocund quip does not mean I prefer mirth, nor madness. The truth is I prefer to reveal nothing and remain in the unknown box to my human judges. So it […]
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For Nick
I do not comprehend what this life holds for you. Whether wife, or kids, or rigors which tax your vigor. I have survived, and do survive, those taxing rigors. However, I do know, to make your life fuller, use the following words as a ruler. And measure your biomechanical exertion. Do good to your flesh, […]
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