“Hey Adam”

”I forgot to clock in and I forgot to clock out last night”

Momentary outing at behest of another inspires moment
Of reminiscence
A youth mispent on others
A lifetime for some
Spent starting at ubiquitous faces
At walls covered in marked-up dollar bills
And various defunct band stickers

Now here i sit
Watching younger versions of self
A pitiable lot
I wish them more
Than i have made
For myself

Gravity has found me
Too old to do
Left sitting at the bar
Watching the young fill shoes
i didnt know i’d stepped out of

Too small kitchen, too many bodies
All too familiar sounds assault
And here i sit
Watching the world grow younger
As i alone
Age away

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“Momentary Oddities”

“My ex was crazy”
Said repair technician
“Crazy, and a real witch
I think she cursed me and that’s why”
Lists of past poor choices
“You’ve got to be crazy”
He continued, motioning with some pronged device
“To believe in that stuff. Well she was.”
I suspect he missed the irony, but
For want of quiet, I bit back ego and nodded dumbly

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“New and old again”

It seems I’ve been here-before
But this city is strange to me
New buildings and new sheets
To forget what was
To begin again
A new generation of doe-eyed optimists
A new god

Old smells buried just beneath the surface
Of thinly painted visage
Of smiling maws
Welcome familiarity in aging faces

A tippped hat to local ghouls, who nod
in recognition
Here we are

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“Tread Softly”

Days turn to weeks
Weeks to years
Yet, I
Have not forgotten
The promises we made
Beneath purple stars and
Ribbons of green
That danced over velvet canvas
Where the moon sees all secrets
We laid ourselves bare
beneath her lidless eye
We birthed love
Singing verses in hushed tones
Still they echo
Like reverberations in the snow
Where a whisper becomes an avalanche
The world changed
Covered in white, virginal and new
Reborn we were
Into life, into love
Into hope
Into a world young with excitement
We cannot unmake what we created
Only build
Until our forms are but specters in the sky
Towering colossus
Until we again collide

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“The return”

Once, i
Swam the deepest of oceans
Building monuments to failures and
Celebratory toasts for the damned
We ran
Through fields of mystery
Dodging dangerous figures
Some within
Some without
Yet i
Have never felt alone

Though older now
They still call to me
Those oceans
As my cathedrals have fallen
To disrepair and dust

It seems
There is yet work to be done
So i
With arthritic hand
Carefully place new bricks
In the shadow of what was
And in hope
That if i build them tall enough
You will see it
And we
Will return

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To say
That i have need
Implies a weakness, frailty of skin
It is not the flesh that binds
But something ineffible
To which even poets cannot ascribe
Titular statements
Only pale reflections,
Human, but

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