Spilled

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Sitting ignorant alone

The darkened theater of life

Waiting still for the inevitable ending

Where they finally meet and ride away

Together 

Having long since fallen

But the screen faded many minutes ago

The credits rolled

When did I look away and not see

Love, of course

I finally hear the brooms

Sweeping away the left-behind

The popcorn and candy and bad dreams

The exit sign flickers as if clearing its throat

11 Month Calendar

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We must never trust April, alright?
Consider back
The beginning of bad instinct
The timing of rain
And the push through despite
Do you recall its tale
Of flowers to follow
And new birth to come?
Hyperbole
Ridiculous 
Conspirator, April

Giv’n In

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There is only ever the weather
And whether you know,
Its impetus

It may have been the warmth that Day
The Westerly winds 
That saved and destroyed me

Now, despite what I want
To believe
I must bid the tides their will

Crushed

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Busy, busy, boy in red 
But I’m swifter still 

Get my demise in your head 
Think to be my pill

Do you dream I’ll give my all
To your damnedest plan

This Dark Friday caused your fall
My The Great I Am

Dawned

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And then when dusk becomes inevitable
Denial becomes plain as day
Admit it we must
There are words that won’t be uttered
Tones of voice reserved for others 
Questions never to be asked
Surprises fade into midnight’s nothingness

Bigger

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What Holy adhesive 
Bound there
And how dare it have
Yet failed elsewhere

What roses perfumed
Her walk
And hued tint reflected,
Affected his vision 

Bigger it is
Their world
And their treasures, their eyes
In proper places