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Poetry · Writing

breakfast

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you are everything i love

& everything i hate-

such a strong word

more of despise

like when you order waffles

& get pancakes-

enjoy this

but i will remember how you treated me.

so now- only order something simple

eggs hash an some juice

(& to whoever is watching from above

you bring me pancakes i’ll trot walk heavenly stairs

to find you)

to those who scream:

you can’t control the outcome,

you’re right- it’s not the goal

but if we can start the day the right way

i like our chances

Poetry · Writing

regis tower

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we took the elevator to the top floor

sunny day, we came to play, in my arms till we’re all gray.

wondering how we got this high

in the middle of july

you beautiful monarch butterfly-

and than you were gone.

flew away too a city not far away.

i can’t cross that border

elevator out of order;

floor 99 these stairs are loud

95 the people form a crowd

92 i can’t remember how i got here

84 maybe i should just disappear

why the fuck is the elevator out of order

is this my disorder?

62 i wonder if the people that wrote Dexter realized it was bad

58 mj’s greatest hits and we start bad

i can hear the rain outside

droplets searing like cyanide

44 chest beating like a drum

than why do i feel so numb.

52 i can hear the sound of your voice

pretend that my words are from joyce

sit around sing clap an rejoice

66 here is good- i like here,

safe from the rain and the sun

nothing can touch me today

just the eye of a seer

when all is said and done

i don’t want to block the walkway

Poetry · Writing

untarnished optics

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in the highest coop

waiting;

not for a court date

egg to hatch

or a the crosshair to bleed red,

for the wind to shift.

for the softest landing around our ankles,

it wasn’t a ruling

a spoiled omlet

or an assassination,

a request to breathe.

so we wait,

in this coop,

for the wind to shift.

Poetry · Writing

troy

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it’s the nothing that scares me;

black voids

a space between nowhere

and a place that use to exist,

like a city forgotten by google maps

that place.

haunted by regret

sorrow

and a memory of existing,

it’s that place

that place keeps me up at night-

once littered with treasure

stripped clean like a harvest.

Poetry · Writing

clipped crows

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never a dull moment

words all frozen

runnin’ from the moment

never wanted to be your opponent.

but here we are;

windows wide open

fear holding the keys-

back when we were smokin’

loud world at ease- please

such a simple notion

being overseas

copin’ with a potion.

nothing but a busboy

singin’ sad songs on the arroyo

just need to be the best boy

shoyo