would I have said them yesteryear
as my mind inclined me tell
for fair heart struck me then
but then a starlit child at this
let fear’s rush stay me
from the who I think I Am
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Opus
Enveloped
slithers by Indigo moon
wrenching, afflicts
ravages deaf silence
busts the rivets of my abyss,
explodes my desperate peace.
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Prescriptions
her story bare begun
quick tangled in the telling
twisted down the road
tired ‘ere her finish
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Rails
click clack
click clack
river rising out my window
quick passes phones don’t ring and closed cafes
faster rumbles on trembling tracks
past rusty cranes and broken scaffolds
fucking thunder roaring in my head,
"Who will you be, why do you run, where will you go?"
click clack
click clack
happy porter staggers car to car
his stubby smoke-stained finger
prods and pokes me free of weary thoughts,
"Pleasant evening, your ticket, sir?"
"I haven’t one,
I’ll be off right here."
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