A poem about trying to escape a mundane existence but knowing deep down the escape is impossible but still having an ounce of hope.
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It’s Time
A fragile reflection bounces off the mirror as a soft, dulled image lulled by a slow, backward pull away from pain.
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The step
And shower waterfalls like moonlight at armistice for the elderly or youth in the all together
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Let’s Confess
cast off your cloak show me your scars i’ll show you mine
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Volantem Daemoniorum
Dark angels ascend from Dante’s seventh circle—
manics who composed their anguish
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Words 4
here I sit, & think not
where the danger of this adverse town
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Clefting
Between two high notes
The song gives a crack
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Where we will meet
Missing loved ones
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nightcall
An invitation.
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Disguise
A poem about passing, being believed to be something by others which one really is not at heart.
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Angry Little Abel
Like a little Abel
Wounded premature
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Simple Beliefs
This poem talks about the unfettered belief and the respect for the tradition carried out by our elderly. It is an ode to their simple beliefs.
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Closeted
The circle grows smaller as each throb conspires
to rob my fingertips of feeling.
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Almost Rimbaud
A poem written with an eye toward the spiritual, magical.
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this skin i wear
and now that darkness has
swallowed the sun
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Blooms
A deaf woman uses nature for self healing.
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Memories of Night Fishing
Bloodworms, scotch, banana bread, and histories with Khartoum whores I wish were still alive and fat and vivid as anthracite in moonlight.
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