rain drips

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each blur drops from sky
reflected in its obscurity
the last day
*

*
a puddle to the past
threatens to boils over its edge
memories like sandbags
struggle defiantly in its wake
*

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a trail turns off the rocky peak
taking with it the lives
seeking to challenge its fragile
immortality
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Never Remember

I forgot I didn't have shoes on when I got up to go to the bathroom and took one step
on the cold floor with my cold feet before sitting back down
*
a man I once knew forgot which floor to get off of the elevator from when
I'd pushed the button for the floor above
*
a woman walked by me and forgot how the sidewalk rose up and down cragged and uneven
she tripped one a break in the flat thinking ground
*
I forgot how many square little lights could exist until I glanced above my head
at the ceiling of the hallway I was in and saw the pulsing pixels of the world
look down on me

There, is the goal of the Nameless

Hammer in the streets
yellow tape
detour road signs
dust & smoke
*
happiness is
hot coffee in your
hot office wondering
where the windows
went
*
what's up in the sky
gray clouds gray background
ceilings and tin can
roofs
*
in 8 hours you'll be
8 hours closer to the EXIT sign
it might come in 20 years or
during the drive home
*
inside the freezer
the lulling eyeballs mask
four walls of a coffin
looking out
*
too many too many too many
bodies dried out in the sun

South Gate Rd. Sentences

Ivory totems on ivory hills left to feed the gods of war,
mourned by withered wreaths and crimson bows.

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a word written in snow, or was it the way the sun revealed the grass?

* * * 

fenced in, thrown out,

          the land and debris of america;

buried and hidden from sight.

* * *

the snow is as flat and blue as the afternoon sky.

Cemetery Sentences

Red hydrant on the ridge     what sets you apart from death?

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Candy corn barricades stacked on roadside     wait for another day

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Wind blows toward the one true God     Washington, DC

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on the hill     line of trees     in the sky metal streaks     blue angels

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lying flat in the swamp     freedom's five-sided tombstone

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No photos please     the military industrial complex is now in session