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(sigh.)
The trees wave goodbye
as you blow past them
with your
blue wind.
Bats take flight
into your new,
cold blanket,
wings up in salute,
forgetting their formation.
Machines,
their company no longer relevant,
dryly wail one-tone dirges
and blink
like those broken traffic lights
where the wait to move on
is slow.
A spiderweb of invisible IVs
hold life in check around
the bed,
allowing only eyes to animate,
tears
dropping
like bridge jumpers,
And I am standing.
I always stand,
the dry-eyed violinist
afraid to move my eyes from his chest
(with his purple heart
spilling into the darkness)
...and forgetting to breathe.
The trees wave goodbye
as you blow past them
with your
blue wind.
Bats take flight
into your new,
cold blanket,
wings up in salute,
forgetting their formation.
Machines,
their company no longer relevant,
dryly wail one-tone dirges
and blink
like those broken traffic lights
where the wait to move on
is slow.
A spiderweb of invisible IVs
hold life in check around
the bed,
allowing only eyes to animate,
tears
dropping
like bridge jumpers,
And I am standing.
I always stand,
the dry-eyed violinist
afraid to move my eyes from his chest
(with his purple heart
spilling into the darkness)
...and forgetting to breathe.
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Cooking chant
Cooking chant
Happy hour is at hand
In the kitchen we all stand
Cutting herbals for a stew
Meat and veggies in it too
As we sing this lovely song
The cooking doesn't take too long
Stirring in the cauldron still
Watching that it doesn't spill
Plates and cups are being set
Forks and knives we won't forget.
Now it's time for us to eat
At the place where we all meet
Every feast this rite repeats
For the God and Goddess we all meet
As we bless our drinks and food
We send them all our gratitude
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letter to the sycophant
Self-pity is everyone's poison, said the squall, ripping away from the ocean. Staying put was always just a harder form of running away. Her thoughts: running amok silent to the death, an entropic coagulation of everything to follow. Here, anonymous, drink to the sugar-coated and the smiles you've left undone; sink into the famous last words you've yet to discover; write them down, write them steady. They're looking for a stature that's eluding them quicker than the ground that slips from beneath their knees. What if i can't outrun the stars? You must; you must.
Before the afternoon of a moonless august you charted soliloquies in medium that
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Fly...
So today,
I came to the end
Of this long long road.
Journey of years.
Always wondered where
I was going.
Through storm and
Trackless sand dunes
Never knowing where
I was going.
I have reached the end.
No more road.
I am at an airport.
Only way out is
Fly...
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dirges, bridge-jumpers... gosh.
just gosh , no words.
just gosh , no words.