Mormon Row

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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

Small-Town

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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

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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

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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

Slammed

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I think, given this headache

All is credible and nothing is possible

See here, these long-deceived eyes

All the mimicry as parallels and delusion

Well, heart, or rather, once-well heart

You will run the defense once again

ink dogs

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An abrasion there, on an inky finger, both hard-earned

Zest and zeal in the palm of a humble hand

Awestruck there

The noise is different down here, though

Mad-dogs and hurricanes at your back

A inhumane society nipping at random achilles

Sleepless here

Soda

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Where were we recently, beautiful boy, where you sat so close to me -bubbling happily at having used your voice- and smiled, finally, finally receiving all you so earnestly wanted (a simple enough request, so why’d you been denied so long, we both thought simultaneously), for it’s only sugar, and, after all, what harm could it cause…what trouble might it make?