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Jazz at 5AM
I had fun relearning cursive for this one. Hope you enjoyed it. The text is below. Jazz at 5 AM Creaking bones These rusty hinges conjoined Weighted down, this solid ground Grinding another man’s toil While ink dries in the pen The muse withers and petrifies Like a raisin misplaced on a darkened shelf My appetite wanes Under the pressure of banker gains To find my feet To relearn the intrepid burn Repeat
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I Believe
Water of nightEver brightGlimmering iridescentWith vague dreamsOf heavenly seas Ever brightSplendid lightsSee into meWithout fearI weep Splendid lightsWhat a sightSimmering hopeWith eternal thoughtsOf fragrant thee What a sightSerene heightTepid heartWithout doubtI believe
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Splintered Glass of Mind
Splintered glass of mindShattered mineMemories like quicksilver slip from my thoughtsPlayfully dancing in pools of wordsIt dares to reflect, my painful gameSo to learn that which bringsA bit of cohesionMemory of meIt melds this mirror of my mindWhat is it that I own that is mineThat which wasThat which isThat which willNone shall beNor shall I recallMost when they think before they areThey smile or cry at the glimmer of pastMine is none to findVague hints of a life Splintered…
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Willow
Published: Mississippi Crow Magazine, Fall 2009. Willow, of a specter’s dream, breatheYou fell lightly down the dew-covered wellLike a broken feather your bones whistleCaught up in the wind of your endYou forget whyWhat ironyIt dispels all that is youCrack against the dry bottomIt becomes uselessYou don’t even remember who pushed
