#486 – “vermin”

vermin

 

children

like prisoners

behind locked cages

and doors

 

Godless men

like vermin

on the capitol

floors

 

stolen

like Africans

or Jews

from the embrace

 

of parents

in desperation

to find

a better place

 

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#485 – “still”

“still”

 

still seems like I can call him

or wait till later to speak

 

procrastinate visiting

until maybe next week

 

still feels like he’s sitting

at home with his drinks

 

not wanting to hear

what anyone thinks

 

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#484 – 1 haiku

1 haiku

 

bitter silence, sweet

with memory, hard with loss

where you used to be

 

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#483 – Broken Leaves

 

“broken leaves”

 

sometimes

I think I see you

though it’s only

in my mind

 

where the broken leaves

of memory

and grieving

intertwine

 

sometimes

I hear your laughter

breaking free

from the crowd

 

and then my heart

sits down upon the curb

to mourn and cry

out loud

 

your absence

like a sudden void

that swallows up

the sound

 

 

 

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#482 – “somewhere else-bound”

“somewhere else-bound”

 

this cancerous silence

that eats at our days

this ill-fitting darkness

that constricts the airways

 

leaves me hungry for breath

and thirsty for sound

and groping for the laughter

that is somewhere else-bound

 

what happened? did you forget

why you asked me to dance

how those coffees we had

were so strong with romance

 

or was it I who broke the cup

you held our love in, perchance?

 

 

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#481 – “refuse”

“refuse”

 

the space

is closing in again

 

angel sounds

going mute

 

like the undying tree

of dusk

 

whose swollen darkness

is its fruit

 

I sit beneath

and eat of it

 

at first familiar

like homespun sweets

 

but then it sours

in my mouth

 

and green fields turn

to broken streets

 

quiet

with the refuse

 

of my dreams

and my defeats

 

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#480 – “summer rains”

“summer rains”

 

and then there’s music

barely audible

in the quiet

moonlight

 

like a secret

whispered

by the winds

across the lonely night

 

but I hear it

and it bathes me

like the hymn

of summer rains

 

like angel wings

across my soul

erasing

all the stains

 

until the downy consciousness

of light

are all

that remains

 

 

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#479 – “rent”

“rent”

 

she crowds in

sits heavy

in my rickety

chair

fills the space

leaves no room

for any hope

or prayer

she is an unforgiving

landlord

with cruel demands

for rent

as she comes

to gather up

my dreams

until I’m discontent

her wretched chamber

holds me captive

leaves me broken

on the floors

and when I think

I’m strong enough

to leave

she disappears the doors

 

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#478 – “ashes”

“ashes”

 

you lay quietly

still

while we

said goodbye

as a cancerous

disbelief fell

like a haunted

lullaby

your face

had softened

absent all the struggles

just to be

absent too

your warm humanity

big and open

as the sea

you disappeared

went from your body

like a dream

escapes the mind

our memories

now the ashes

that your fire

left behind

 

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#477 – “crushed beneath the losses”

“crushed beneath the losses”

 

it spills

into the morning

strangles

the light

 

no longer hiding

‘neath the floorboards

or in the dark folds

of the night

 

its rain

is constant

like a heavy, blackened mist

of airborne grief

 

that steals away

the hours

and their promise

like a thief

 

I cannot move

inside this weather

beaten shelter

that I’ve built

 

and I am crushed

beneath the losses

that lie buried

in my guilt

 

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