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A Poem by m.s.early

for my wife

row three. seat twelve

A Poem by m.s.early

enter stage left. the one eyed jack.spying the audience with a mean drunken glarehe spotted me while he was scanningi was third row. seat twelvei trie..

it's now

A Poem by m.s.early

there has been enough time for hidingthere has been enough of isolating carefullythere was a need for healing and rest was required for that,but now i..

it was precisely 9:17 p.m. when i realized I hadn'..

A Poem by m.s.early

I looked outside and counted the burnt out street lamps,thought of all my friends that burnt out too earlyand worried that age might be stealing my gr..

Decrescendo

A Poem by m.s.early

Will I wait late too long before the Sun makes dawnAnother day to wait alone for youThe simpleness of everything and my desire to singOld folk songs t..

road crew

A Poem by m.s.early

the mystery quit spinning last Tuesdaywhen it was noticed that the men(no longer in the field)were waiting for the machines to finishit was a side tho..

cold cold telephone

A Poem by m.s.early

Cold telephonefeels like stoneand I don't believe the reception is all it use to beIt don't seem like the same voicethat uncoiled from her tongueSlick..

bruised skies

A Poem by m.s.early

the two shared promisesbeneath her bruised skiesthey vowed no more wanderingthe angled, littered,filthy alleys between the towering bricksof Newark, N..

the smiling machine

A Poem by m.s.early

I saw, but surrenderedto the skeletons telling me not to look.The wind curling above the dust,beckoned my heart and it ached.It swirled the dust road ..

a drink between friends

A Poem by m.s.early

The bottle left his hand aimedIt could have been the hand of a pro bartenderBut it wasn’tOnly the hand of a frequent drinkerBut a gentleman just..