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Spaghetti knots

dry wall

it is no wonder

you are alone now

like that flower

that pulls on the other side of the earth

begging it to turn around to hear the singing here

of that spring now winter

that love now loss

that time your voice was said

by the same boom of the beautiful universe

before the spread was not far enough

light then holes everywhere

the unfinished finish

hands spread to the baby but not returned

for what would there be to reach for

if it is only more of this lack of wonder

the no wonder

the last words that have been planned for a lifetime

but that are lost in the cpr of another

saying one two three

don’t go don’t go

four five six

stay home stay home


you took your things when you left

i kept their space

stars now flirt with the walls

in ways i do not understand


above is from a book of poetry i’ve written, entitled “a mess of you everywhere inside of me“.

it is for you. it is about you. it will tell you how to be you again. get a copy here:

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2 thoughts on “dry wall

  1. I liked this poem, resonates just under the mental surface.

    Posted by Kim Broadie | November 29, 2018, 8:34 am

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