Double Monocle

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You were as a fiery thing
Burning
Moving
Closer

I had to double-check

Closer
I said with laughter that only I was meant to hear
Yet you came nearer

Don’t question me then, when I ask
How is it you hear?
How is it I see?

Extol

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Saying, “Shave,” seems sexier
Whittle is what it was and is

These troubles
These worries of war within

Away
No more

Summer has been here
Shrouded all along….

Original thought credit: David Houston; “Gonna Lay Down My Burdens”

Migrant

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Rest your weary mind
My love
Rest your stricken heart

Permit time
Permit soonness
Permit fondness promised

When seasons change, as they will
When notes become no more
Permit the absence, too

How Happy

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Do you wonder
How I can tell
What is your tell

I see into windows
Frost-covered and wishing for shutters
For the passage of time

And inside
A frozen home infested with uncertainty
Inhabitants fleeing or fled

Some foundation
Proud, I think, given its lack of examination
Not wanting the neighbors to know

Freedom

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First, -wait, first- I told her,

Before we may take the obligatory walk,

During which you don a yoke, and then become free,

And I don a wintry coat with tundra boots, and am forced to reflect upon my sin,

First,

I must self-destruct

Steel & Glass

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Hold fast to speed
Virility
With horse-powered heart of cold, hard steel
That feeds the oats my hand cannot

Fall sleeping, glassy-eyed
Blind
A plasma world upon a wall I cannot penetrate
That feeds fairytales, as my feet live actually