Down the cracks in the bricks outside of bars searching for that one drink that made all the cells in my brain scream and shiver your name. Like Happy Hour, we’ve been over, but my fingers a running tab dialing your number, messing up twice before I finally hear the…
Poetry
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Missing My Exit
I stare past the dash, watching the lines racing ahead of me as I approach the Concord Bridge. My fingers drift to the radio?s volume, resetting it to silence. I listen to the symphony of the road, the air being trapped under my tires, compressing, then freeing itself, like a…
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Cleaning
A serpentine mess sits upon my desk. Power couplings entwine with converters. The Hydra-like headphones hiss. Data cables writhe. As I coil one about my hand, I?m reminded: Some snakes suffocate their prey.
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Do’s and Don’ts…
Do’s and Don’ts if the cloud your floating on disappears Don’t panic. It may reappear. ( But it is unlikely.) Don’t look down, whatever you do. That will just make you fall faster. Don’t attempt to flap your arms. This will achieve nothing. (It will be funny to watch though.)…
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Strain
I’m just a skipping CD Waiting to land So the laser can catch the beat And I can consider skipping the song I’m just the voice from texas An echo of a memory A whisper of the future that is so faint, almost imagined Its hard to hear amongst the…
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The Din
An internal soliloquy Countered by mental monologue Interrupted by endless thought Connecting the dots to no where A simple request for silence Unheeded in the din Listened to by no one Echoeing off echoes A person alone in themselves Unanswered by anyone Ignored Wasting away
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Considering
I sit by this lake and consider for boredom?s sake if those in hell are jealous of my view. If in the intense heat of each and every forced heartbeat, they pray for the rain? I dip my arm in the wet and consider those in heaven yet and what…
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True Torture
True poets turn words to nectar That flows from the page to your mind. Soft, gentle, sweet. I am not a true poet. I am a torturer of words. I chain them to the page, Bind them in my meaning. Brand them ? and smile as they sizzle. Only when…
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Rainbow and Gray
There?s a girl on my mind, A rainbow to my gray. She can still make me smile From fourteen hundred miles away. Four months since the goodbye ?I?ll see you in two years.? Time ticks by quite cruelly. Fate must hate engineers. But man, how I miss her How did…
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Endings
What if that third pig was just as lazy, and the wolf ate his fill? Jack and Jill not really thirsty, so neither fell down the hill? To be or not to be, and the decision was the latter? If Richard III got his horse, would it really matter? If…