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The Peoples Court
It was long
as days go,
longer than usual.
Breathing felt labored
and ill prepared,
numbing the tips of the fingers
and t..
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Okay
Almost a cliché
thinking of life underground,
sitting in the pink
and the black,
with a smile on my face.
All the whittling
i..
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The Center
Not unlike
holding water
for extended periods
of time,
missing comfort
absolutely.
A torture
set aside
for those “excep..
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The Sun and The Moon
A gross mismanagement
of sacrifice,
leaving tin cups
in the corner
of a distant life.
But a life none the less.
Spil..
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Broken Heel?
It was done
out of anger
and not out of respect.
The heel from
my boot
died at the bottom
of the stairs.
Fixable, but frus..
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Head
His strength
is all that I can handle,
a bundle of nerves,
cut just rite,
and close
to the heart.
Arms that are good for holding,
and..
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Piece
With every step taken
a piece is left behind,
dropping off
like beads from last years
mardi gras.
Slipping off in the shower
down t..
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Momo
A moment passed
and then another,
she looked so surprised
to see me,
though she has
a thousand times.
The Nuns call her Lou
smiling ..
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Blindfold
It was the start
of something significant,
with a touch
of underlying courage.
Blood red
in the bathtub,
same as;
bathing every..
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Pockets
The bitterness
of morning,
and a thin crust
of bread,
a breakfast telegraphed
by the rubbing
of nickels
in an old mans pockets.
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