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  • Clad

    Give me one more
blustery good night.
More
of a past,
dead silence
spoken from dark moon’s hollow bite. 
Down below
where I like it.
Down below,
an ill fate sealed tight.

  • Another Compromise

    Awakening on its journey,
a smell of slight decay.
Leaves sloughing from the canopy. 
A zombie losing the safe promise
of summer fruits.
Scurry and hurry to the beat
of a sacred, albeit fatalistic, 
yearly routine.
Close to where we started,
but no less sweet to see,
the two by two's; the families; 
their long sleeves

  • better, then

    a cherished few return 

    Friend, I’m sorry,
what even happened? 
Tolerable enough
that "hey" would do.
    
like a boomerang

    I cannot stay, 
only come back.
Tell me what you need.
A wax figure 
constant to the flame. 
How do you see fit?
    
picking cherries out of life

    Husks on the ground,
a shell of a man. 
The kernels rotten,
ugly and obscene.

  • Dire Straights

    I don’t need something to live for, I need something to die for.

  • Metrics

    I have lived a good life because I say I have.

  • Aequitus Non Forma

    Universal responsibility 
without universal consequence. 
A convenient argument 
for those who never 
slept without food in their stomach,
lived without love in their past,
and never suffered doubt for their chances
or passion to prevail.

  • Antics

    You could walk on glass for these people
and they would ask you to take your shoes and socks off.

  • Equilibrium

    Feeling you beside me,
your weight balancing the world.

  • The Goldilocks Zone

    My love for you is unconditional,
my relationship with you is not.

  • Meta Bits: Do you believe in poetry?

    The poetry exists in ignorance of my musings.

    It clings to the crevices of life

    in the nooks of idle minds and stolen glances of would-be lovers.

    It does not care if I write,

    though, I know that I must.