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from bed, dangling before you

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knots tie themselves with the rope i swallowed

eating it seemed a better option

a limp lasso left resting in your hands would have given us a chance, we could’ve summons two strangers to swing our string in elliptical patterns while we jump in tandem heart beats

who’ll trip first?

when one goes

so does the other

we’re no different

sell me another story

one without glory

a riveting wrangling of words written to loosen the stitches holding me together

oozing sinewy strands i pick up

three hitches, better than a hangman’s

tether it to something

don’t leave me dangling with this doubt

i love you

from a porch, rain brought your memory

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frail fingers fondled my daughter’s mop head prior to falling limp and lifeless hanging over hospital rails

passing on

releasing the touch of generations before, a push for resolute goals we shared in times of triumph when flags were raised

i can remember the way you tried to make me feel famous with homemade videos and designer jeans i couldn’t squeeze into, sugar and butter combinations continually streamed through your home

a mint rolling in your mouth, as drool slid down a double rolled chin, whiskers catching sunlight, i questioned your sin

was it leaving grandpa?

now, you’ve left us

not a single choice, yet you chose to live that way, running scared and strong, defensive with a will to belong

she’ll remember that touch

the stories i recreate

you’ve become the myth you always sought

from bed, let me sit

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that moment was mine

you guided guilt to the sweet spot of time by myself, i rarely seek

it slipped out

comments spinning spells i cast when tragedy was traded for your personal gain

not sure what you got

i caught a train with a ticket i bought years ago

they honored my intentions

even though paper had expired

i hopped off at the first stop and crossed tracks still humming

the tune straddled my synapses

i sat under the turkey claw shade of a cherry tree in fall

alone

from a porch, you were going to hold me accountable

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lollipop licking

contemplating your last statement while gazing out over breeze-blown tall grass, tempting the less cynical side of my spirit while sugary spit clumped in my throat, swallowing the artificial sweet side of life proved difficult

i kept sucking

i held back a cough, sure to be misinterpreted if it penetrated the atmosphere and confused the steady stream air

you don’t remember what you said?

the whisper that stripped me of everything i dreamt we had, only days earlier when i swayed in a string tied hammock we bought on vacation

you thought i was sleeping

your whispers found a way through the breeze

sentiments of regret were swept into my ears

i waited

for you to say more

instead

your hushed sigh echoed through my resting mind, changing letters in sequence and design to form your final

goodbye

so long

i opened my eyes to the sound of music song echoing playfully in my mind, easing the reality of moving on

under my cap brim shading the sun

a smile danced through my eyes

and quickly curled my lips, finally releasing

i can breathe again

from a bed, dried on the vine

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shelter our young ones from the onslaught of instincts gone awry

hide them under covers, let them clutch fabric with tight paw grip, peaking out, waiting for us to leave, staying still when we, invariably, come back in

they wait

for us to forget

we’re the ones who tucked them in

when will they know the coast is clear

that presents are under the tree

and it’s safe to come out

feigned surprise guilt faces as they tumble down the staircase that erases the fears we fostered to maintain control

unwrapping hopes

they resort to tropes

left behind

codes to define

generation connections

crossing the line

we left no pictures

traces of our devastation

it lives behind their eyes

never mixing in their words

as they rewrite a past

better forgotten

from a couch, incomplete emotions

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even your forgotten emotions let out a sigh when i walked out of the door

i was thirty-seven, you had suffered an immeasurable reflection for too long

i had her gestures, a face that resembled yours, it was something you couldn’t get over, accidents not averted, following time, we couldn’t pay attention to the mime

hidden hands waving away destiny

what was left?

i played no part

in the memories that made you weep, a seventy year old child, a father unfolding fears and unfound fates unwound and delivered to his six year old babies face

suffering lines trying to hide tears, careening cracks the years spent forcing onto my mask

you left me retracing every morning i asked permission, accept me

your demons given to me

progenies job to slaughter a history, that i never helped design

doubts i didn’t define

those are yours

i’m not there

you chased me out years ago

from a couch, detained by doubtful words

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sentiments were left blowing through the streets, strung along by a tongue tied wind, encouraged by the black-out rage of those never looking within, or back, always forward, dead-aim attack

impermanence

words never meant to linger in nibbled on lovers ears or bask in the glow of a child’s terse tears, said and sung away softly, drifting down pallid people paths where sullen dreams dry up, fall off, and catch the swirling cycle of platitudes puked into the air, so we can say we did something

they caught fire, in grey matter caverns

destroying rehearsed dance step memories

forcing us

to say something new

from the porch, wind is catching the fire

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tempted

tell me another story

the one about leaving home

the one about walls you pine for

the one about saturdays spent in doorways deciding to stay or go, spinning in indecision, the sensation of losing control, without a taste, yet, of jaded-aged fright, a dice roll, pulsing with prudence you pounded your heals into rooms ravaged by moving flesh organisms lifted in syncopated sonic flashes wishing there was a way to make it last

tell me

tell me how you wandered out of the door to streets stained with the after glow of moonlight tromps seeking souls left asunder, dancing while asking which way the golden one goes after declaring the detour was a faster route

come again?

i heard you

i just want to hold on

to the tale you chase when there’s nothing left to talk about

start over

were you scared?

did he trick you into believing lamppost guides led the others to death, a fortune tellers dream i trusted

leaving me listening to your stirring stringing together sequence of events capturing the laments and happenstance that left us helpless

i would go

if you’d stop explaining how

from a couch, blinking

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try

say something else

we have to

retell the stories, erase the fact that there are facts

only perspectives

unraveled concepts

con-men with biceps

pounding their chests

i hear the echo

trapped in your lungs

shout

scream the song of comfortable doubt

sing, of whys and how’s

not when’s and where’s

let this tune be trumpeted by trusted truth-tellers tempting us to triumphantly overcome this cyclical torture

breaking free

to destroy the enemy

dying free

once again finding we

releasing the me

from this human debris

from a high-top table, sometimes it’s nice when no one shows up

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i caught you looking

at cinderella’s crown

she never thought the dust would settle, that an end could be found underneath bedsheets

in the mean time, we buzz about, hyper analyzing every sound coming from dizzy kids mouths while wobbling to safety

we create reason

so sophisticated by our education

failing to define application

now, they’re left alone

listening to our drone

pounding into a phone

memes without substance

snark in abundance

it’s time we direct and resurrect oral traditions

the human condition

a release from hidden inhibitions

speak up

explain the passing of paternal thrones, midnight groans from hungry body bones an ocean afar impacting our moans mumbling out before we close our eyes to be dazzled by dreamscape dramas where she found her prince

i wince

it was herself she was looking for, under the covers

you saw it first

the glimmer above her eyes

rescue her tonight

with an age old lullaby

hush little baby