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quote tracing bush path empty apathy
the cheapest house available empathy
of federal concrete pitch impeaching

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opposite worn shoes idiosyncrasy
power to forgotten eagle eyes
flight tattered gaze gazelle

/ undetermined by outcast
fish out lightening to cul-de-sac
weary and nodding vehemently boisterous
opera tenuous vociferous

I am drawn into
the flowers form,
its petals curl
as a colour purls
with gentleness,
through the shreds
of my ripped heart

Evidence of decay
is tinged to its glisten
to last just one more day
is its only mission

This is a bloom
being finally set free
from living each day
nature’s own mortality

inhaling light as air
picking Lichenroot there on her walk

insect-lonely,
she watches the stiff verdant boughs
lit by dawn beneath the wild rose sky

tonight she’ll warm Moonhoney
in her brew of Lichenroot and Whispergrass
and finally exhale

Today I don't feel so good,

Let me live like a man in the midst
of being hit by a bullet train,
screaming deformed last wishes
to the rails that speak in the scatter-brained ecstasy of orange sparks.

Let me wash away the grease of
money that soaks through the skin
forming obtruse deposits that replace
the marrow of each bone
until one wakes up as the sun hits first skyscrapers
in the horizon watching as the dollar rises
over your forehead, over your friends,
over your city.

She didn't own a gun;
had never even pulled a trigger,
but this would be of little consequence
given the short range from the target.

A pattern sprayed across the wall
from the brush of a painter
gone lazy with achievement

casting the silhouette of a ghost
onto the hurried concrete

to be outlined with chalk

starting a game of hopscotch.
Passers-by tossing bits of skull
with fragments of hair
and brains still attached;

skipping and hopping with a skill
that says

Love is
the beauty in poetry
the fire of desire
as two souls unfold

Love is
emotion in devotion
sacrifice and commitment
the strength supporting a union

Love is
sweet surrender.
You need find another gender
and then defend her.

Do we hear their call
when they bloom to get noticed
craving to say Hi

Do we hear their call
when they sway on gentle breeze
in colorful frocks

Do we hear their call
when they flirt with butterflies
in a play full dance

Do we hear their call
in their mute prayers and songs
in wreaths and bouquets

Do we hear their call
when in silence they emote
a tiny dew drop

Do we hear their call
while they bid us their goodbyes
and fade from our lives

darling shutter
grieve flick
the luminous slick
voice
rain falling
the vortex ground

capturing the stutter
glimpse extension
you gimme captures
for captivity
mono
chromatic
emphasis

startling breaths
stained
in the hues
and vivid
depictions

sleep heart against
heart
in rooms of strangeness
dreams
roaming
wireless
searching

At the starting line,
My heart beats in anticipation.
This is the moment of truth,
a chance to be a champion

After months of training,
the time is finally here
Let the world witness
the fruits of my labour

The sound of the gun heard
the race started with a burst of speed.
The fans roared in excitement
as track warriors compete

I'm not running here
I'm flying! Soaring against the wind
For the fans who believed in me
I will spread my wings

I first heard the hunter's horn
on the day my father died.
I found mortality that morn
and saw the fate from which all hide.

Since then the hounds are often heard
each time another loved one leaves.
By now you'd think they'd be inured
to my scent wafting on the breeze.

And now approaching three score years
the crash of brush and running feet
are heard as hounds and hunter nears
'fore long the hunt will be complete.