Boy Upon The Hill

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Nothing’s fitting

Not the double barrel shotgun you placed against my heart
Not your blindfold upon me anymore
Nor your murderous silence

I’ve outgrown your cowardice
The singe of alone you always left me is fading away

But the boy you killed, I’ll live with daily
Stolen from me, the memory gorgeous

The boy upon the hill calling me
Kissing me
After some schoolbell tolled

All these decades, still

Arid

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There’ll be none arid air I’ll let affect me

No multitasked error

I’ll allow to occlude the big sky destination I am

No other option exceeds the sugar sweet horizon brushing softly ‘gainst these shoulders

Sing what song of loyalty you will, for I watch your walk

These ears know perfect pitch

These feet know fertile ground

For Love’s Sake

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I want warning

A premonition of apocalyptic heartbreak on the horizon

One single shot over the bow of my frontal lobe that jars me

Some tingling, dear sixth sense, some tingling!

All of which I shall defy for love’s sake

Your Vortex

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Where is the ether of you

You cannot be nowhere
Yet, I cannot find you anywhere

Never by my side
Never to my rescue
Never where I need you
Always, those days and these

I live as a void, a vortex
Forever, a you-shaped yearning

Frets

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A little paralyzed
Blinded still, at times
These days

Moments worth true gold
Become hours wayward spent
Making sense of eyes
Wond’ring of intentions

What culpability
What unseen brokenness
Finds my listless guitar
Nerves regenerated
Arising, free
For to tell me
Overthink no more

Literary Tool

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Allow me to wax poetic of him
That his shine be crystal clear

He said a forever kitchen from the start
I have his lyrical notes tattooed to prove it

Ask to see
Be willing to wonder whether

They tell the epic tale of the day he drove me to the dump
He wore big pink rain boots

How can you know?
He still feigns tears

Oh, codependent girl
You too will become tethered

First to his graces, then to his dust

Buried in grief, you’ll slip
And be giv’n only an ice storm

Unless
For he’s a literary literal tool

Throw him the bone he’ll throw you
Would that the way set before you

Become you
And not his another footpath