Steel Me

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Wherever is my friend
Magnolia tree in her front yard

Alternating flecks of shade ‘n sun
Upon my weakened shoulders

As I walk under it and set a spell
A good cry comes

A goodbye cry, finally
To all the disease now felled

Nonplussed

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Were I to sit down once again on that bronze-y parquet floor
Recalling bare-legged me
Relishing the coming summer sunset warming the scene

Floor-to-ceiling picture windows

My minion, watching monkey-business on the idiot box
Constant companions, we
T-shirt and shorts, the two of us
The uniform of the discarded

I would smile this time

I understood and understand still
Your ill-behavior, your abandonment
Warranted silence
I could say no more

I’d polish my toenails
That same multicolored glitter gloss
Plotting my goodbye

Knowing you won’t care

August Thursday

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I am the tangled mess
The girl of your youth, whose eyes you dared not look deep into
And never said goodbye to

That I saw you, lovely, tangled, too
Need not have scared you

My broad understanding
Your broad shoulders
We were called
To beckon back the lightning that twisted our existence

But for your fear of me that August Thursday
But for my depth that ran too deep
And your unspoken goodbye
We’d have set our world straight

But instead
Goodbye
Tangled, tangled mess

525600 Minutes Too Many

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“Be done leaving,” I’ve begged Time

Stop the silence

525600 minutes, almost now

Only just this morning
Done biding for unspoken goodbyes
I threw the clock out the door

Glass heart that it has
It’ll not show it’s square-jawed face
’round my gold again

Screaming Chicken

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The wind will not rest

It’s simply will not

Nor shall the sun go down on your calamity

Unending prayers sent up
I, each eve’
Displacing your sleep

If you wonder when it will stop
When the quiet will find you
Come to me in courage
Screaming on your knees

To say goodbye

Sentient Sacrificed

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You, the junk
The addiction
The smack to my very well-being
The contraband to my no-pain-and-suffering-of-sentients policy

I, the chosen one
Queened for just such a time as this
Dignified, decree you
Sacrificed, nonetheless

Original thought credit: “Perhaps you have come to royal dignity for just such a time as this.” -Esther 4:14