Observation From Booth
Drinking a beer
in the shadow
of Michael’s
Meat Market
taking in
bits of
conversation
they divulge
over wine
old friends
catching up
never missing
a beat
To my left
sits experience
more words
are said with
a look
rather
than speech
age
has left them
less
a couple
now more
a single
unit
With thoughts
aligned
the stars
near the
big moon
that hangs over
your head
somewhere else
like my mind
tonight.
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Naturalistic Colors
The man sits
upon loose stone
face in hands
taking that moment
alone and letting
his humanity
fall through fingers
turning stone
into deeper shades
of memory
mirroring the sky
heavy with sorrow
sharp intake of breath
attempting to hold
that life
once more
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Reflections
I’ve dreamt
of theme parks
I’ve never visited
empty and void
of life
I walk a stranger
among the growth
weeds wrapped
between the ribs
of roller coasters
strangling past lives
concealing thoughts
harboring secrets
steel wreckage
of dreams
under an old sun
that seems to fade
as quickly as I these days
after dusk
there are no lights
to illuminate
the bones
only shadows
and darkness
settle in
like an old friend
drunk
on counterfeit
memories