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Gold cherry
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teeter steel-toed foundations deep dug into crusted shores middle-class plastic drift pushes in layered like ageless skin cold hefty monoliths cloud...


bethany last night, i dreamt that the ex before the last ex had left a large box on my doorstep true to her callous form there were no words of...

waltz with me dressed in christmas lights

waltz with me dressed in christmas lights a soft sentiment found on a screen the clever words of another immediately it formed as a wish prised out...

this is how love is made

this is how love is made the next one, the one I marry, will have eyes of silver moon threads, we’ll wrap ourselves tight in memories made of hot...

in guano

in guano arriving aromas of all the world paint travel onto wistful winds human nostalgia chargrilled on hot coals as tiny skyward fingers follow...


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Posted on Thu, 13 Nov 2014

Wow - these seems popular. Thank you all for your comments. There is sadness in this poem; sadness in the surrender. But, that's the thing about surrender, you can change it. You can work hard to not wave the white flag. 

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