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Space
That game
Of Life
I won
Back in late 1980-something
Which was
To be
For fun
You turned into a federal offense
Hear this
My rules
You’re done
You can no longer share My life
My time
Or be
My Sun
Unprocessed
I’ve come to decide
From necessity
The crickets’ cry of silence means
I’ve left my beloveds speechless
In the very best way possible
Stunned, like they’d just seen a light
Its source before now unknown
And decisions of whether to fear
Or to collaborate
Are yet unprocessed
Hats
Ev’ry step a mystery
Sometimes not the pretty type, but just a bloody mess
We each walk the same road, trying our utmost
And whether witness, victim, detective or criminal
We’re left watching, or seeking retribution, a solution or redemption
Hoping
Oft’ to no avail
Blue Damsels
Diminished
From the wind, I think
Or what’s riding on it
Chilled uncertainty?
Despite any positive prophecy or revelation
Holy, scholarly, or both
It’s what troubles me to the core today
And my sisters too
So let us weep in any and all ways tonight
So the morrow we’ll feel as ourselves again
Whole
Mormon Row
With grateful paintbrush in hand, I am leaving space for you
A beautiful a background, careful, I capture the sun
Find now open an area broad enough and close enough to the sky
That your shoulders might fit and comfortably give rest to what is
I know not the shape of you, tho’ your colors, you’ve made clear
Bright-dark weathered patina that complements my tempest greens
Vivid chards of amber to offset my mountainous blues
Your easy frame an open window, a willing respite
Fighting your way, straight to the foreground of me, for me
Withstanding, will they find us, the very wildest of climes
Sick
Small-Town
I wouldn’t wish to sit there
With you us-only types
It’d hurt too much, cut too deep
Magnify my too-obvious void
And I wouldn’t want you to see
What I let y’all do to me
Keep your eyes covered
Should I ever have the need to walk
As part of my strategy
To retire the jeers
To bring my story home
Looked Far
Lest you take me, lies, like Jupiter’s gravity, I send you away, as a test by one being tested, that I might measure and dare the firmament, to learn with interplanetary certainty, whether you’re mere stardust, passing through…or the stormy and beautiful consequence of all my years of staring heavenward.
phoria
It is as if
When laying on the grass
Face to the sky
Which we all do
We see high noon through one eye
And midnight through the other
Which we all don’t
Bright then Dark
Breakneck speed
It is enough
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