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walk the line
My turn
I’m going to
spin the bottle
no one ever even noticed me
in High School
our first kiss
needs to be perfect
you don’t get a redo
Thursday 17th October 2024 10:58 pm
love-hate relationship
obsession …
— envy us
in the way they stay upsetting
themselves.
you’re setting yourself up for failure
possible optimism
two glasses
my other, half
fully blurry vision
they’re prescription
usually she has to squint
and hadn’t felt the planets tilt till now
Thursday 17th October 2024 10:56 pm
Red Dye Number 40
in pursuit of riches
snapped twigs, and
perseverance
exhausted —
all my resources …
gone,
in the heat of the moment.
Thursday 17th October 2024 10:55 pm
Lost Angels
martyred
Tupac Amaru Shakur
Los Angeles
thug poetry
40 ounces of malt liquor
Olde English and calligraphy
slurring my words…
sounds as if I’m speaking in cursive
Thursday 17th October 2024 10:53 pm
Welcome
take your shoes off at the door
I’ll take your coat
your hair smells refreshened
from the ozone
and
remnants of soap
lathered and rinsed out
in the rain shower
Thursday 17th October 2024 10:51 pm
Rhetoric
attacking my integrity
questioning… me
myself,
I, was taught there was no such thing as a stupid question
second guessing…
why?
you were impolite.
looking for answers in an inner view
Thursday 17th October 2024 10:50 pm
Stars and Stripes
big brother
little kids,
children in the middle
of
civil war torn nations
warring
civil discourse
say your prayers
“Our Father”
we gather together to ask for salvation
Thursday 17th October 2024 10:47 pm
High Performance
Spun -
A burnout —
driven to madness
and
crashing,
in a
drug fueled accident
What a catastrophe!
Thursday 17th October 2024 10:45 pm
Clothing Line
cut from a different cloth
dyed in the wool you pulled over your eyes
you made your bed now lie on it
tomorrow
is a wonderful day to die innit
I dress my wounds
and wear my heart on my sleeve
with cuff links & fingers crossed
Thursday 4th July 2024 8:41 pm
just walk away
pack your bags
and
go get ready
to walk the walk
through the traffic
of differing directions
wave down the runway
and remember…
never, look back
Thursday 4th July 2024 8:38 pm
The Poor Little Dove
The Poor Little Dove/Michael Kwack
To watch the wave play with the wind,
I sat by the museum garden pond.
Then a small pigeon came flying,
Landed to her feet, tiny and cute,
And stared up at me, a bit intensely,
Only blinking her eyes, no other move.
She was like a camera model baby,
And I recalled my infanthood pictures.
I started taking some ph...
Thursday 25th June 2020 11:55 am
Inspiration figée
Poupée de glace modelée par les regards
Figurine de lumière
Mais carcan de toile
Fuite impossible
Grâce piégée dans la création.
Thursday 27th June 2019 7:46 pm
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