i stumbled up ladder
to dusty attic-

plucked our
story

from the crowd
on shelf

and cracked it’s back
to read aloud

“i couldn’t be more
proud to lay
at your

shoulder, as lover
and dearest
pal..

outside of
self.”

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scoured a blush
red beach

yielding to waves
crash..

as sweetness
of the
sea

flushes our
mouths,

though we sour
the salt-

waters left
murky

with woes wrung
from brow,

not encouraged but
allowed..

not
enough-

where do we
row now?

nothing feeling grows
the more i
fill it,

not healing, only
probing it-

yet i feel something
growing

where nothing’s
known..

and i want
all of
it.

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spittin’ mouthwash,
i should

drag my rag over
tiles like
teeth

in need of further
cleaning

on morn where
no water
runs

and toothpaste’s
hardened
gum.

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i’m not two
headed,

just of split
mind on

the
nature

of my likeness
stepping

back into the
mirror,

i’m not two
headed,

flip me
over-

what’s your
bet?

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fly back
west

for a sugar
crash,

i’ve got the sofa-bed
we christened

on new year’s
breast-

fling lasted longer
than either
would

address,

so, if you
care
to-

fly back
west.

let’s drag summer
back to..

why the sad
face?

won’t be long
chase-

he’s a slow
runner,

fall leaves crunch
as buffer

but winter’s hot
on heels

branding
bow-

freeing icicle from
its quiver

silver-

in feather
snow.

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raindrop slipped
between
the

seams of riches
unseen-

behold burnt
yellows
and

reds
brushed

into a sea of
green.

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12 donuts, 6 missing..
6 in hands

pointing to 10
and 2
on

same frozen
dial,

how many kicks until
last brick
falls?

12 months sealed
in an off
white

envelope nailed
to a wall.