Looking is finding

I lost myself today, put down somewhere, on a shelf, or in a pocket, like a lonely love letter, tucked away in a favorite book, or in a dusty corner, with the dangling spiderwebs, I became a thread unraveled, or did I turn to lint, after some belly button picking stint, I may have turned […]

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“Yes, these are tears.”

Here our hearts were broken, Here inward we turned to ash,Here our love was stolen,Here they dreamed of cash,Here an ideological clash,Here we became inflamed,Here some were cynical,Here some simply crass,Here all jokes aside revealed,Here upon that scorched heap, Here the sick the lame the corrupt,Here no tears could quench us, Here the howling screaming […]

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Every word a photograph

There is always something to think, It’s a mash of things not in any order, Layers have shifted again and again,This book we are writing together alone, Roadways we travers highways or tributaries, Delays time shifts discordance echos on the line, Over and over again hitting in waves, Caught in the rip toes just holding […]

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