Transit
The pitter, patter of their feet
pounding daily on the street
and the weight of all the soles
stumbling through their grim patrols
cut a pattern of deep scars
which still bled, even in their cars.
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Clouded
New purpose obscured
by my old, well-worn vices,
my clouded vision.
Flame
She danced weightlessly
on the precipice’s edge
in the summer breeze.
Glass
She thought she was the bee’s knees
the teen-queen of the land
but crack open her hourglass
and there was only sand.
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Swords and sorcery,
heroes and legends but still
just a distraction.
Impossibly
I swam into the sky,
charmed the moon, the stars,
and you
all before lunch.
Chimney Smoke
“The Mayor’s Pipe” they called it,
a towering construct which loomed high
over the rustic village
cradled in the valley.
And from time to time
The Pipe would start to smoke
and puff out wisps of incensed smoke
for hours upon end.
The village men would celebrate this
as a sign of luck and fortune.
The village women merely smiled
and kept their secrets to themselves.
How far does it go?
I paid it forward
and then, so did you, until
one act of kindness
reached across the whole wide world
and it united millions.
Duality
I am of two minds:
one sunshine and one shadow,
the demon and the noble god,
the fertile and the fallow.
As the crow flies
Down whirling eddies
of wicked winds,
across shadow-cast mountains
and eager, hushed valleys,
’til I alight at your window
and find you waiting, hungrily.
A (wise) man of two faces 