flownogard

IN PURSUIT OF THE HEART NEXT DOOR

...trembling, what kind of shit is this?
schoolboy days long calenders away,
yet here i stand,
lost in the illusion of not being
enough, good
enough, handsome
enough, wealthy
enough, and the laughter of
twenty seven years assails my
mind, i shrink, a slug addicted to salt sprinkles
as a dusky goddess from a Howardian
landscape sits upon...
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roots

shaking a tree that
Defies probability,
what do you see when
you gaze dagger hate at me?
i'm walking through time,
listening to what you hear,
flying through space to get
close to the thing you fear,
you being seen,
seeing things that aren't really there,
you feeling things
that make your inner self despair,
create a plate
from the waste of your childhood...
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...and have i not stood outside, watching as the world
did its thing and had its way with time?
there was nothing in the extended hand,
though everything was implied,
and the secrets dropped fat and perilous
from gray cloud eyes,
obscuring true vision and
blinding the introspective...
and have i stood outside watching?
listening to the echoes of the
transient heartbeat,
searching for a...
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