strange
rs.
we are all
kidding ourselves
with these con
fessions
these open arm barin
g of souls,
the natural incli
nation
is to lie.
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over (or those worn out)
and in the bright dusk
a police helicopter makes us
young uninitiated ones
lift our chins
defiantly
and those worn out
sit without space
on the bench outside Family Dollar
while the weeds
thirst for cracks in cement
and outside Bill’s one woman
aged white and drunk
dials no one over and over and
over.
fear of the grocery store
i know i must go
put the groceries on the belt
but here come the eyes
behind me
the cat food
the cheese
god forbid the medicine
eyes behind are
up and down
stripping me
bare.
precious
look
we all have our own precious
we hold it
carefully,
carefully
someday
we will let this slip
effortless as liquid
away,
away.
insecurity
it takes a quiet
tear
to track the ways
silence
highlights every
wrinkle
these insecurities
are
the way fog rolls
down
from the tops of
mountains
silk road (haiku)
at 4 am it
seems like a razor slices
the narrowest vein.
till ribbons of silk
take to the road on camel
leaving naught but dust.
ah the comfort wall
ah the comfort wall
how years
sweat into concrete bricks
to carefully
pile with mason skill,
it is not enough
for the stones to grow tall. they must
reach side to side
in an embrace
soft breath of air
seals each, kissed good
and gone.
picking a scab
pick pick
scratch scratch
one little bit
surrenders to the attack
chips off
falls to the way
side
chip chip
pick pick
another piece deeper held
flakes off
regretfully,
painfully
blood bubbles to the surface
cooling
immediately.
forgetting why but
bleeding
out.
the old man in me
the old man in me
day dreams daily
all those around him
witness Technicolor scenes.
the old man in me
putters incessantly
crafting wood doll houses
miniscule in detail.
the old man in me
worries constantly
convinced he will stand
and throw the dirt first.
what the crop circles say
crop circles below
gaze up at
a woman and child
watching
a bright sunset, and
before the wing tilts
they realize
dusk is a mirage.
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