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the high road they called it.
Speaking theory and false
idols they called it.
Beseeched a cast off to the
watery bin marked Wilson.
Ruling side by side on an island.
Heavenly winds cross along
their finger tips. Cool waves
gently brush against their timid
hides. Ooh paradise tasted like
Margarita’s.
Until the waves ran dry. The wind’s
blades cut like a guillotine.
Window showers pass the road
only to find themselves on
an island.
Field tested stone washed soles
walk the bloody truth.
Nights of transmute and
conversion into something
greater.
They laughed at your cries
of possibilities of tomorrow.
Now they stumble on the
cores you left behind.
No one
is unique.
Transferred overnight
and left in the Terminal.
Perfect dissolves into normal,
now, we are all super.
Fluent moderate could compose.
Lacking direction
a sense of where she is going
or where she should.
Standing on the map of
her district, borderline.
Raised to look left, yet,
right thee tempted dangle
in a web of their own doing.
The fluent moderate could
weave the purest silk. Tied
individual too the post
of her own accord.
She whispered in my dreams
“Live.”
Attempting to shatter these
invisible shackles from an
unhabbited being. Have I
been walking with these
my whole life? The lens
she gripped with her cream
palms brewed color streams
together like Skittles.
I need to taste that rainbow.
Been too naive for rudimentary
it’s elementary my dear Watson,
Live.
Hey hi hello
you said before the crowd.
Challenging our demeanor
for all to hear. Cries
of lost humanity on
the brink of darkness
or as you said,
the end of life.
Crying for loss
and begging for a tomorrow,
one that was promised
with these same fist.
Silent sky on a screaming night.
Lose light silently over
the peak horizon.
It’s screaming back
with red in his lungs
peak guns
red smoke
single stroke
on a screaming night.
He couldn’t pull the trigger.
Mind dancing on limbo
on a lonely island
staring the flare in the eye
below a silent sky.
The sun peaked through the open windows onto a shy Greg eating Pokechow. Franklin remembered seeing Pokechow in Pokemarts with Tina shopping for her Dodou.
“Hey, Franklin! Come outside with me, we have a little time before we need to leave, so I want to track some Pokemon,” Daisy said with glee in her eyes. Franklin turned to see Vanessa feeding her Pokemon, the large mustard mouse, Raichu. The other two Pokemon that surrounded Vanessa, Franklin could only get a peek at before being rushed out by Daisy.
The sun illuminated the tree’s covering the bay of Tangelo Island. Daisy stared at the ground, brushing her fingers against groves left from a large Pokemon.
“This way, Franklin,” Daisy said. She walked at pace, following the tracks.
The forest was hoot free, smaller bug Pokemon roamed the trees, similar to Martin’s Caterpie.
“Franklin, you’ve caught a Pokemon before right,” Daisy asked, sniffing a cracked branch.
“Once, all I did was throw a ball.”
“Oh okay. Not going to be able to just throw a ball at this one.”
“How else do you catch Pokemon?” Daisy halted and stared at a shrub surrounded by no trees. The sun peered directly above the shrub and Daisy. A high pitch cry came from the shrub, and a Pokemon exited.
The Pokemon had a dark blue coat and a shortened horn on her forehead.
“That’s a Nidorina, been tracking her for a week now. Go, Daisy!”
Daisy through her ball and Daisy exited. The Oddish shook her leaves helm and faced the Nidorina.
“Share the chair,”
the wise woman shared.
There is room for two
it’s not all about you
she’d always tell us.
Fuck that. My ass has
been next to yours for
far too long and you can
find your own. He’d bekon
the blade in his back,
“Share the chair.”
There is always room for
two.
As the king sits alone
on his throne
he finds the knife
in his lost
chair.
Put a bow on it. It’s me
I’ve wrapped carefully
between snowman and
sly penguins. A tinkered
trinket passed from father
to father lost, forgotten,
than resurfaced. I’m
not going to make it to
next Christmas. I’ll leave
it under the tree next
to your Mustang with a tag
must stay. Don’t lose it, I
put a bow on it.
Oh Captain My Captain:
I salute you.
You never know the
change, until someone
changes it for you first.
Delude my spirit and
my mind will carry me.
End our life and
our hearts will live on.
Oh Captain My Captain:
I can see the tears behind
the mask. You spent
your last three wishes
on us.
I’ll challenge the not
on the blade of love
so these wonder gifts
don’t end yours here.
R.I.P. Robin~
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