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This is not a place
For heroes or kings. This space
is saved for scoundrels

The world falls heavy
On me, my dreams, my shoulders
I can't, I can't breathe

From naught, bitterness
rises up. Vinegar too.
I could kick the cat.

He that sows the storm
Leaving chaos in his wake
Shall reap the whirlwind

Did the window break?
Crack lined this winter morning
Jack Frost, at it again

Spoon goes tap, tap, crack
Brittle yet silky dessert
Creme brulee delights!


(An extra one today)

The wind creaks the house
As the cold front settles in
My old bones ache too

Back home with my lover
Arms tangled and breath is shared
Returned from groceries

Abandoned lot
Ring fence chained potential
The children play there

Gentle first flurry
Windblown flakes' caressing touch
Soft, so you want more

Three months of waiting
Two bags packed and ready
One last kiss goodbye

What rings through this dream?
No one else seems to hear it...
Alarm! Alert! Arise, you're late!


(fitting around I slept through my alarm today myself!)

Colors leaching out
Greyness suffusing the clouds
In my sky and mind

Long luxurious
Laying around; languidly
Loafing until lunch

Darkness giving way
Mounting chariot of heat
You raise me skyward

A tree's final leaf
All your birds have flown south
To fall or follow?

Folded flour and love
Beans, rice, sauteed veggies
Burrito by Mom

Muscle rending bone
Head unturned, neck unbowed
A gift from rough sleep

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