Category: Poetry
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2024, A Decade To Live In
Listening to old Post Malone albums, 7:55 AM. The weather is mild for this time of year, -6 in mid February. My car is in the shop, a vehicle from a different year. 2017. Other side rockstar is a sugar wraith, and he wants to stay after he leaves, the pop singer tells me. The…
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Maybe Someday, Ronnie
Hold off the countdown, I can’t keep track of my fingers. The rivers run and I can’t say anything else about it. Wirejaw is a scary word, but it’s nothing to worry about. There’s still a road to travel, and an answer to find. I speak and lose my tongue. High beams shine out from…
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Kaleidoscope Tower
Colours, gleam A fine bird perches; in the eye, colours swirl There is music, music turning. It stands tall and proud, unmoved, as the singing rings, and the dead die, and the living live. And the Gold, Silver, and Wood gleam beside. The music box remains.
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Contrived
Some men pull a wagon wheel, and vomit in a bag Some men crystallize in bone, and leave themselves to hang I never really liked the smell of vomit or dead skin But I love the wagon man his walk And the bone man his sin
High Strung Poetry and Analysis 