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WALLS OF HIS ROOM
The years
Of his life
Went on
Without him
Like horses
Running
wild.
He scorns
With
contempt
Gray
shadows
Of youth
Without
faces
Lost to
him.
He sits
With stoic
Blank
starring
At walls
With
trappings
He has
formed.
SOMEWHERE, A PLACE
One more
Corner
joins
Streets
with busy
Shoes and
hands
Claiming
the motion
Under them.
A city bus
Belches
rich
Blue
diesel;
Words
hissing,
Doors
slapping
Open then
shut.
The hum of
Traveling
feet
Each going
Somewhere,
a place
Stepping
secretly
Until
there.
A SONG RISES
Upward from
the
Alley
drifting with
Leisure
past
Cloth lines
full
Of days
work,
A song
passes.
Lazy notes
lift
Darkly into
night,
Pleading
sadness
From the
voice
Of a
woman’s
Broken
heart.
Washed city
Breezes
high
On sounds
And fumes
Tease
curtains
Playfully
alive.
The song
Releases
tears
Onto the
Cheeks of
lovers
Listening
lonely
In shadows.
DARK FOOTSTEPS
The coarse
rustling
Of fall
leaves
Snapped
briskly
With winter
warnings
Like
dangerous tails
Of
rattlesnakes
Speaking
anger.
A shadowed
moment
Of alone
Followed
the man
On unevenly
Cracked
sidewalks
Where
curious eyes
Stepped
aside.
A deep
cough
Parted the
air
Like a
knife
Passing
easily
Without
resistance
Like
shoulders
Surviving
death.
His busy
legs
Rains
footsteps
Onto a path
For the
darkened
Cluttered
alley
Welcoming
him
Without
judgment.
SLIVERED MOON
A slivered
moon
Smiling
silver
With sharp
edges
Cuts dark
In a black
sky
Leaving
silent
The earth
below.
Shadowed
lovers
Like water
Slip easily
past
The fingers
Of darkness
Into grey
corners
With
whispers.
Frosted
breezes
Curl
swiftly
Over broad
Stone walls
Then brush
Onto
widened
Spiked
meadows.
Silence
reigns
As if kings
Spoke
harshly
Into the
breathing
Soul of
night,
With
warnings
To yield.
UNDER THE CLOCK
A face
Soft with
drink,
Where
innocence
Melted long
ago,
Resigns
with pause
Under the
clock.
Cob webs
Thick with
time
Bridge an
Unpainted
corner
Behind her
As her
shoulders
Wilt with
weight.
Footsteps
slap
An aged
Wooden
floor
While
drinks
Are lifted
like
Soldiers
saluting
Fallen
heroes.
A voice of
Dark
intentions
Stands
before her
With lies
and smiles
Asking
questions
As she nods
Then rises.
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