There are 56 teeth on the zipper of her jeans. I know, I counted while we listened to music that reminded us of dim lighting and bathrooms. The sun oozed in, a blanket of light, igniting the socks I left on. We became fluent in ash our words just basic…
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Tick Tock
Given enough time, all dreams are possible But thats the problem, isn’t it? There’s not enough time. Life is fleeting, A wink Gone. Use your time, make your dreams happen You never regret what you did, Only what you’ve neglected Never enough moments To keep trying A chance Take.
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One Star Amongst
Always, I tread lightly because I know there is a chance I am one step from my doom. That I’ll merge with everything I know. My fears are crazy, I grant you. I always hope that I am wrong. Just, I can’t seem to kill the thought. I constantly look…
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I-10
Two miles till dawn I’m bored and barely asleep yellow lines my pacesetter the radio a broken record I’ve heard this ad before My odometer lies I’m not going anywhere My ass is denim concrete zen with my seat cover Where’s the cops when you want to be pulled over…
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Minstrel’s Warning
No one ever fears the Jester As if you could trust the trickster Although he could never be the King He’s gotten good at handwriting So after a night of spreading glee He can quickly change your decree He juggles schemes as well as balls The unknown cause of kingdom’s…
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Rara Avis
She’s robin egg happy, with a secret that sits on her lips pigeon-toed. At a coffee shop, called BirdFeed Gnawing her straw bored, like pulling a worm for no reason. Her look calls to me. I offer fingertips and wit. Her plumage brightens and we sing. The duet lasts till…
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Evergreens are Prudes
Winter is a nudist colony. All the excitement has vanished by majority. When every tree decides to bare it all. No fun at all. Oh, but March March is when you most notice what is lacking, missing. That the tree is naked before you trying desperately to cover itself.
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Grand Lake Nowhere, Ohio
Sitting on an wooden Eagle Scout project, I skim The Odyssey for my first year of college. A spider with lessons teaches me about waking up at 4 A.M. to build a barn out of steel that no one wanted. About walking two miles every day between dusty rows of…
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Black Pickup Trucks
Still hit me But there is no pink thong draped from the rear view mirror No bumper sticker telling everyone “An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind” You’re not in the drivers seat. I told myself I was done. But no one crushed me like your tires,…
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Winter
A grey bus stands waiting in its salty grime. Shadows of passengers fill the windows. The door opens. The driver, eyes down, wears a bus-like uniform. He barely watches the battle between altruism and selfishness just outside his door. It is familair. Every stop brings less humanity. This is how…