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Monthly Archives: March 2017

My Brothers Face

My brothers face gives me pure joy
His freckles dance as he walks under street lights

His starry eyes glow like cigarette tips 

on starless Essex county nights

And his thin mouth fluidly sashays as he talks

Words drifting in golden fragments 

Completely ployless 

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Where does the time go?

Invisible ebony blankets hit the pause button
Coddling the body in restless rest

Pernicious slippers dress feet worn thin 

Cozying bodies in utter jest  

Pricey poison falls down and in

Rushing a slow beat and pounding the chests 

of seemingly pretentious gluttons 

Who are really just upset guests

(The vacation of the distressed)

Pillows surreptitiously whisper distractions 

Robbing the brain of its regulatory best

Screens steel the brain for big ol’ nuthins

While echoes of truths draw pangs and yearnings for ones inaccessibly distant nest


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