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Grey Explodes

The hum, The constant quiet whining Of efficient strip lighting, Hands unsteady, Cracked in driest air, The longest empty pauses Till the grey explodes And steals your everything within the sudden chaos, The evenings when you know The floor has dropped away, Although you cannot feel your fall. You only know you now have nothing Deep within your chest. You're moved outside the room To hospital hallways Smelling antiseptic Just like every hospital hallway. After the doctor tells you You pray as if it might Unsettle scales to balance, Knowing she will never make it. You see the morning Long ago, The fresh croissants and juice and coffee, Hazy sunlight barely bright enough For you and her on rumpled sheets To read voluptuous chunks of Shakespeare, Lyrics of a hungry love, And staring lost into her face, She everything, And this the world you want to live in, World you had eleven years You believed the dark collectors Wrenching her away Had taken what it would To cover your presumptions...
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Strawberry Blur

The foggy morning's a flirtatious veil You draw about mysteriously. Would I rather winter fell, An icing on your sweet desserts? I never see you clearly. I move the light to cut the night from you, A blade beneath the shoulder straps of lingerie. Alas, the shadows like my fingers Cling to you. They swallow you away. I breathe your scent, Pressed hyacinth, alcohol, And something animal. Fumes of perfume disrupt my vision, Sweet wine vapors stinging, Corrupting and delicious on my nose, my skin, My wet and burning eyes. The sultry humid air's The softest camera lens. Strawberry hair bobs in your face, The lace about your upper chest Above the swelling of your breasts, The dress that bends about your bare thighs Merely suggests your fleshy ass. You're pale as Artemis. I feel more than I see, Still unsure if you are real. - 2/24/26
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Weekender

My mantel-place is bare. No one displays the silver medals. Saturday refuses waking. I hike about inside my town. The sidewalks are a lifeless organism, A circulation system, Capillaries pushing through the urban neighborhoods And arteries encircling the city, Never leaving. Veins always return. At night The date's the same, A similar hair style, Different face. She likes my eyes, My wit and charm she cannot duplicate. Instead, she hints A whispered sex That hides desire To arise beside a breathing person Sunday For her church and football games. She aims for free and fun -  She doesn't read, she binges!  - But she's unable to disguise her needful doubt, The fear the calendars are quickly running out. I could be any man. The morning, I arise alone For coffee, bending, Hours leading to another hike, Another book I read to cover over desperate twinges I am staring over the edge, Another Monday five am alarm, Another week awaiting an end. - 2/23/26
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Sheltering

The hours leading here were clumsy children Falling down the stairs, These seconds, spiderwebbing. I'm aware The world is leaking. I can see you see it. You and I, They've taken nearly everything From out our hands. We're starving, parched. We never had too much. The moon is coating you A paleness silver blue. Your naked shoulder Is a sacred hill, Your mouth A blessed fountain. I'm aware The world is sinking. I can feel you feel it. Tonight At least, Let's make our tent And swallow down our fill Before the police morning Breaks. - 2/20/26
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Even Yet

Please select correctly. You think the tilt-o-whirl A slowing creature, But you're simply acclimated To the rush. The trick is to unfocus And relax your eyes. The ghostly patterns in the blur That smear the neon air Reveal the objects in a minute. Even at your age, One door will always hide a tiger. And the other? Please select with utmost care. - 2/19/26
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Underground

You can skip the fancy appetizers You can pass the plate of canapés. Forgo the sour drinks; no one's the wiser. There's a pleasantness in the company. You've lived below the ground too long, Your sad and strange submersion. An open window can work wonders. Please stop your constant circling about the Persian. People wait and rooms appear And simple steps are all it takes To peel away the dour wallpaper. Can you smell the aphrodisiac fumes Just above your head right here, My friend? - 2/18/26
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Convalescence Island

He flung the rope to me And pulled another through the rigging, Relishing the salty mist and seafood scents. He smiled like a patient father As I fumbled knots and stumbled over coils. He received this favor once, Once before when love had torn him open. Once an older man showed him the route Across the ocean, down southern coastlines To the island where men retreat to lick their wounds Until they find their feet and stand stronger. You learn to love the smell of heavy rot. You lose your shoes to yielding sand, The hot and soft embrace of being lost Aside a certain escape of sea. You scrape the wood into the roughest planks And lean them on each other for a temporary stay, A field of flimsy sheds About the beds of coconut tree leaves. There's hidden in the bushes past the shacks A stash of bottles, Medicine for sick and battered men . It takes a slab of shells from eaten crabs And countless days beneath the clearest blue Before you start to realize The tourists are residents now Up...
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