missed my own
phone call–
watching fog lights
on dry wall,
while nursing a
wet cough,
a shout in the
stairwell
midst a spirited
farewell–
i just want to
shut off.
locked doors and
keychains,
stone wings and
left brains,
no umbrella in
mind’s rain,
a sewer grate..
overflowing,
as heart
tells..
without knowing.
farewells are
awkward
but so is such
a silence,
let’s just fill space
with truth
and fade down
our own
paths.
a change i hate to
consider
demands its
all i do,
and i’m not
strong enough today
to turn away,
are you?
connected
by hidden cables,
attached at
the stem,
blended until there’s no
us vs. them.
parade me before your
judgments,
let not reactions
hinder my
poise,
and
may the tune
of embracing acceptance
mask outer
noise.
stepped outside
the lines
to find nothing looked
like i’d assumed,
then scanned the backdrop
to see i was still
trapped,
only in different
room.
to discover myself
here with
you
is to find the key to a
home i once
knew.
synthesizers
soothe..
me into feather
mood,
so drive this beat right
down the road–
where you wait
at lover’s
bend
like music’s always
been my best
friend.
dashboard secrets
too flush to
chest
and fresh air won’t
find me
where the dust
rests,
finger smudges on glove
compartments
scrubbed away with
regret.
hands in the garden 
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