Wall Street

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What sustains you, friend?

And, as one eternally tethered to the We that is you, too
I care not of the answer

Unless it entreats you
Go the distance, scale the heights!

For lengths you gain at our expense
Whether dirt road or Wall Street

Are, in fact, as ten steps back

Photo Credit: Tiger R.; age 12

Two Of You

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Too much to bear
Lying there
By your side
Dying inside

Doubting twin
Stranger to yourself, you
Strangled, then stifled
My abundance

Magical beat-downs
Neither finger nor voice raised
Black and blue and dazed
My trust and hope, drained

Wear your lying, victim’s eyes
Cloak yourself in feigned faithfulness
Lady-friends who rescued you
Shall soon become your targets, too

Florida

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I like your music

Drunken karaoke

Stumbling elders wearing not much else but Sunshine State smiles

Escapees of all ages, retired from thinking places

Evolved, now

Intuition and third-eye compass — be damned!

Disregard for reason wafting freely into my consciousness on your cigarette smoke-laden, early morning, top-of-your-lungs, southern-drawled out conversations

About nothing that matters

But I like your music

I like it

To Dad

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I tried
Together to rip off the band-aid with you

To allow the city sun to shine upon the wounds we allowed others to inflict

Vitamin D for our tough-skinned inner-child

The parentified children we were
The superhero we each became

Heal with me, I shrieked to deafened ears
The same way we’d said it to dad

Heal for me

New Ocean

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A freeing, I imagine, is the gift we’d gift eachother

Leave the striving and othering to striving others grasping for some brass ring

Leave the grasping to the ocean waves that want more of the shore

A new ocean and eachother’s, I know…gold rings…free