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There is always someone more to know always someone worth always like her under the blue light who will always be there in your mind making you want to speak or listen or both until someone else unknown comes along who is more than always * Life is long but he died young younger than … Continue reading
As one gets older they learn to explain more to the youth and to tire of the explanation and youth who ask what it is like to be awful with age that only leaves more and less at the same time * I’ve said some awful things like admitting that I’ve said some awful things … Continue reading
We were kids playing hide and seek and he was it but not for long because he knew where I was for I always slinked underneath the lamp with a canopy of cloth and cookies that may distract others but not him because he was it and I could hear him humming some song about … Continue reading
I am filth I am sadness but I dress up superbly and shake hands firmly and smile on occasions that leave me filthy * Under the metal canopy of rain and dirt you read a Thai author who died when death didn’t have a medical definition and you realize you are older than you are old … Continue reading
they’d die but not before this restaurant where a woman talks to me about how the food is alright but not the best so that we’d have to go somewhere else sometime else and I nod and laugh about some story I’ve heard before that I couldn’t exactly retell because the words were all wrong and … Continue reading
Does a man who does not run from rain have nowhere to be or is here where there is no one else that can see that even shadows have tears in the peace and rejuvenation of self? * Sinking city with a car for a lighthouse I rock on the road holding on to the … Continue reading
To ruin love fall in love and to love ruin fall in love and to love love fall in ruin * I’m caught here in the empty whole of a garden with no plants and the slumber of other hands and another sun not found here where my hands block the full whole with a … Continue reading
Winter is carried on the wind of carnage and caught in the leaves left ruined and falling onto me as I sit alone wishing for better company than the snow that’ll bury me if I sit here watching the summer sun soak one more time in a season that is too long and another that … Continue reading
I is a single sliver of many mes and one of the many yous shared by the all of wes * We’re sitting across from each other and there’s nothing to say except trying to make my interests more interesting my life more lively and my me more meaningful by including her and reminding her … Continue reading
What is left when we have gone apart after asking what is left from a relationship that only gave until there was little to give beside what is left which included your lost hairs and my letters lost and a toothbrush with what is left of a meal we made or bought but certainly forgot … Continue reading
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