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Blue Bubble

Slept in class behind herEvery day passed herShould’ve asked her then Dresses dogs, hip soundtracksSnowshoes, black pants, lost trackSomething about her since first sightLeft words on hold for years There was coffee, there were showsWhat […]

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Crawling Water

KeroseneDon’t be meanIgniting bridges you don’t know you needEach bridge heads somewhereAll connecting lives to lives to livesRope and wood, don’ts and shouldsLeft you crawling across a riverHe tries to help and gets thrownTo wolves […]

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FLOWNS.

Pour heart into pagesNever see or hear the light of nightHeart raced brain to stumble before the line Music takes timeLines make rhymesTime unwindsLives No time for creativityThe timeand lifeand lackof timeand and and and […]

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Driving Lightning

Smirking eyesA squinted smileCreating lightningLast night He cuts the power to signReminds this city of the sky ElectricityWisdom, wonder, magic. Something in these handsTwo nails softly circle silverCircling, circle, circle conductorsPressing warmth breathingElectricity Smirking eyesA […]

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About Angels

Walking outSpinning aroundThinking to clouds about angels Leaving doubtTwirl aboutTalking to clouds about angels It gets goodStart to run‘Til it gets good, so you’re never doneSpun Living angels leaveLevel old devils along the wayand clouds […]

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Peace, Smission

Moving up the mountainMoving past the heatMoving into fresh airMoving into free Distance is a conceptDistance isn’t hereDistance is perspectiveDistance can be near Show up different todayWrong songs when colors get confusedThe sunrise, the purple, […]

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Flipping Cards

Flipping cardsWhisper, “Please.”Flipping cardsBending kneesFlipping cardsDeep releaseFlipping cards, skipping Mornings filing sheets in the hangarSleeping, clings to sheets in the windSpun drums ring tunes before a little explanationFirst time record scratchBalance all the noisesWhat’s a […]

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Afternoon Moon

Time ticks,Reconsidering rocksTime, tick backLet’s talk Afternoon moons sculpt lifetimesBlack tails helicopter with the windMistaken nights pray don’t bend timewhile warm hands beg for secondsTwo tocks back, before we get going A bright moon on […]