planting, weeding…..gardening season….
Tag: Poetry
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A circular type of repeatable motion. Moon driven madness. High, low, affecting where you can go. Clams dig it high, beachcombers prefer low. Moonlight dancing, daylight surfing. Living the high life, that’s for certain…..
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The shine faded, fell apart, drifted away. Sparkling remnants of lost control. Yesterday’s vessel carried me out to sea. Fleeing from the shackles of conformity. Racing sideways through the mind numbing mediocrity. Arriving today, wait and see……
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Which way to Wichita, she whispered in my ear. I need some time to clear my mind. If you want me, I’ll be there. My brain is bruised, body spent. It clearly wasn’t an accident. I’ll be fine, we’ll do it again. Starting in Wichita, early next spring………..
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Fraudulent imposter, walking upright. Pretending what he wants to be. A fools plight. Not a single bit of truth, in anything he says. Snake oil salesman, with sleazy, oily ways. Medicine man with a plan, stay away from me……
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blue moves…..
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The ruckus began at dawn. After the moon was gone. Chilling screams, fractured and piercing. Soaring high and low. Leaving dread, confusion, causing fear. Shrieking madness, howling voices. Leading me to, the very worst of choices…..
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Here I go again. I’m a fool again. Over you. Down the road within. Open door again. Over you. Can’t wait to get away. You resemble heartache. Over you. I lie and say…….
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…. sinking silently, easing away…until tomorrow, another day….
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So far behind, I’m ahead of myself. Restless inside, nothing else. Zero is the best I see, troubles abound endlessly. Mathematics may hold the key. It just don’t add up…..Number after number is all I see…….
Escape Reality 