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The Devil’s Dice

These maybe’s can’t persist Stuck as they are in what if’s Shackled to possiblies And the perception of more But like clouds they drift Whichever way the wind blows Caught in the devil’s dice Hoping they come up sixes The overwhelming white on black Blurring the margins A counterfeit’s deadly curse Wanting nothing but validation … Continue reading The Devil’s Dice

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Shades and Pastels

The unraveling of fabric Inconsequential at best Sliding across the cold floor Wishing for a connection An ephemeral consequence Born of needle and thread And a frantic desire to please I stand in dark shadows Facing the incoming dawn With a transcendental gaze Transfixed by the thought of you This possibility born of chance And … Continue reading Shades and Pastels

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Common Blood

The glass is shattered Scattered on the ground Shot through with common blood Clinging tight to the edges Like wearing a second skin It speaks in shared whispers The essence of its melancholy Alive and sparklingly clear Shaking off ghosts like sand The memories faded yet intact Reflected in infinite pieces Each one touched by … Continue reading Common Blood

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After You

And I wish you well With your ambivalence Not my cup of tea This tepid disconnect Shrouded in gaiety Dipped in poison ink Frequently hollow But you left a stain On my semi-conscious soul Devoid of constraints Vulnerable as sin Now black like sludge This transformation Of before and after you The pictures tell a … Continue reading After You

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Older

“Strange, baby, don’t you think I’m looking older?” ~George Michael I’m older than I used to be These bones brittle and frail Falling into a state of disrepair As aches come hard like rain Thunder claps louder still This cool air fading fast Replaced by a stifling heat That never goes away But memory masks … Continue reading Older

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Obscured

The night air is quiet Ripe with possibility Fortunate in repose Over margins of black Ink-stained fingers reaching To touch the face of god This whistling wind Breezing through the trees Encapsulated in hollows Finding unsteady purchase Among shadowed roots Anchored and worn In flickering dreams Where life sometimes begins And waits for a warning … Continue reading Obscured