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14.

of me

  my sweet one

i carry you around with me always

as a piece of myself

as a thought

as the green grass growing

multiplying, spreading

as a bit that can not be forgotten

as an hour after waking

during coffee

as a bright beam of sunlight

cutting through the clouds

you’re a piece of me

a friend i can talk to when alone

an understanding

a book

  referenced, marked

  checked

  memorized, known

  understood

i breathe you as a meditation

i taste you as a fine wine

i possess you as i posses my blood

you are mine

you are mine

11/3/2020

12

easement

before a luxery

stands unabated

witchy

solid

like a baker’s knife

your brass

is catching

boisterous

like a nephew unknown

so now

the moment is ripe

with intent solitude

waiting

caught in the embankment

rolling into other things

dreaming with open eyes

seeing the milky lies

softly

making a space

for pillow like emblems

that ease pain

but prolong suffering

6/14/2020

11.

11.

The tranquility can be deceptive;

the hours we sleep

& dream

unfold

in space and time unmasked

at their own speed–

Bordered at our own personal borders

sanctioned to our own sanctions

each one making decisions

by the second

in this sloshy, sloppy, sea

of what we’ve been making

of what we’ve been spending

our energy on eternally

acting in our plays

for days.

3/17/2020