the phone rings and rings....

The Road Beckons

i have been dreaming
again,
the road calls to me
as i sleep-
the land that leads
eastbound,
and west;
the exits gleaming,
the guard rails whistle
softly-
so soft.

and in the distance,
some mist covers the city,
its buildings heavy with sweat,
blushing with spinning doors and
vacant lots.

i'd like to
go there one day,
to the noisy elevators and
foreign sidewalks,
to the stagnant beat of
restless shoes,
to find my life
once again,
among strange dandelions and
promises.

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Nothing Left to Lose

we
separate these things,
not to
pass judgement,
nor to
impede truth-

but we keep apart now,
to build lives
back together,

to sustain
self-
dignity, and
worth.

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Mission

i set out to
bury the things that
taunt and
wound,
the things that
render our human condition
too fragile to understand,
too dumb to believe -

it is not the heart that holds on,
but rather,
the tongue that lies,
the mouth that smiles,
the lips that seek
dowry for its loss.

i have lost.
(this,
and so much
more)

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Sugar Run

i remember
a rum-shot
sorbet sky,
new albany glistened with
the newness of
wants;

the winds that moved east
waltzed through your
white blinds,
leather living room that
sang of
summer and love;

and we would
fall onto
cotton blue sheets,
and slept to rain,
falling from your ceiling fan
and hear the
moon rise;

and in the morning
when the heat bleached
your sunroof warm,
and i
drove 71 south home,
my eyes would be stained with
adoration and
the way you moved
in the dark-

how you took, and
never returned,
til
winter days came-
and my heart
cried bloodshot.

how you took,
under rose-red skies.

how you had
taken
all of my laughter,
leaving all of
my love.