but i keep on
and going
and going
and going

but come on
for what shows
if i  know enough

it's just...  too much

i take everything apart

i scatter, sort, and section it all off

i reassemble everything completely different

i consider nothing lost

i stitch the wounds of broken books

i sketch the sunset as it looks

i see the ocean's brackish moments

i still can't get below it

 you played no part in leadership ( Read more... )

new months wipe away the frost of another year ( Read more... )

don't

put down

all

of
that

work

at once

just

also

do not

pick up

all of what

is work enough

can not do
all of it

at once

because

that would be

far too much

put rind in the disposal ( Read more... )

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acknowledged self with a handshake
for all festive occasions, or was warm
in condolences to loved ones if needed,
but little more at times

across this map, though-- a lot more
all the time-- contentedly hidden, still
stretching arms around this ( Read more... )

clear as it had been ( Read more... )

second hand last minute
long distance run around
black widow brown recluse
the new, between, and totally used

i've taken more than my share
of abuse

and it's really nothing that i choose

but if it must

i'd collect enough dust

to be the book
by which mankind
collects his dues

A ways from where this path has gone
Are two old rivers shallowed down to almost none
Which, for awhile, curled around like lovers
But departed from each other
Long before their dance was done

Yet, now--  and, in the view of heretofore,
It seems are others still
Which meet again

I think we will;

Old friend, I think we will.