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Rebirth in the Heat

The heat wave is impending Surely, inevitably, I suppose It’s exhausting, the thought of it, Its dominion Its sway The Sun, though, is the real culprit Beautiful and dread, its rays Filling me with Life Love Longing Promise and possibility … Continue reading

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Sweet Dreams of Ice Cream Scoops and You

When sweet dreams of ice cream scoops Slide from sentimental to erotic and My feelings glide and ripple back through time and space To you, a you I never really knew But for a shimmer of a connection A persistence … Continue reading

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Balloons and Paper Tigers

Balloons and paper tigers imprison me They chain me with my Fears and failures and tenuous future To a life of anxiety and paralysis The growling paper tiger claws at the Balloon wall I’ve built around me The awful noise … Continue reading

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My Focus is My Own

My voice falters Physically, mentally, emotionally My vocal chords tremble, atrophied from disuse My mind’s signals are weak Split into too many isolated threads Each easily snapped, discarded and discontinued Bombarded and sliced and shredded By a society that insists … Continue reading

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Bringing the Matadors Together

I need a naked matador to battle my inner demons Not a rodeo clown to distract the menacing hordes Not a huntsman to track and shoot the raging beasts Not a hypnotist to soothe and calm the crying monsters My … Continue reading

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The Buckling

The Buckling comes in waves. That clinch or flinch or collapsing in that happens. It looks physical but it feels more like a shuddering Of that inner sanctum you can’t seem to control. That quick expulsion of breath. The reaching … Continue reading

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A Vision Puddled in Time

I saw you in a mud puddle the other day. A portal it parted to the yesterday of yesterdays. You and a boat I see floating on the puddle, curiously like a dry twig Drifting and leaving a wake In … Continue reading

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