Broken (Lost)


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You broke our hearts, sweet,
You did something we couldn’t fix
(You broke it)
And now this pain (obscene)
Tears us,
Swallows us
(Swallowed you)
the tears wet our cheeks
Bathe us
Tears run down our faces, chins,
Down our chests the tears run like a river,
Run into the river
A river of tears


A shitty poem from a shitty time.


the old road, 1


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knobbled roots push through the old road

down below, the stream

and ducks looking vaguely like old shoes floating


I walked near my house and in a corner of suburbia came across a road that was made more than a century ago – only a portion unburied by the years, rugged with scoria. A new bridge escorts it now across a stream and on up beneath pines which must have been planted about the time the road was built. If in any place time was stretched thin, it would be there.


Red like leaves you streak across my sky and if I woke up now I could not tell if you are coming or going. Slice wide open the sky and let the rain through the cracks. You are the rain, speak to me. I strain to hear your thoughts as if I could.

The sky changes its colour like a neon sign as the sun withdraws. It’s time for the moon. The wind leaves, knowing. The world weirds.

before the night


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I wrap around me the dusk
reluctant to release the night,
shut it out with our electric world
drowning the souls of trees.

I kneel before the night
hanging my dreams on the stars
Shriven by the rippled
singing of crickets.

Some evenings call to you, and sometimes you take the call. This one my ears were tuned for and I sat in the silence of the end of day and let my soul go feral.