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Elegy For Days Lost

Elegy For Days Lost

 

Another day has come and passed

Left pain and sadness in its wake

The seconds, minutes, hours amassed

The sun will give the moon will take

The distant friends the loved ones lost

Amid the times of dread disease

Each family will count the cost

And curse the name of days like these

 

And yet the sky was clearest blue

I wrote a poem, sang a so...

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Teardrop

Teardrop

 

A

teardrop

for each life lost

a broken heart for friends,

a sadness that never goes away

but gnaws at nerves and silent moments

 the desolate times of memory cast hurt shadows

dancing on the twilight walls at the edge of your vision

a friend’s laughter that bonded like mortar holds together bricks

 those happy tears can also flow in torrents in a recolle...

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Girl With Tear

Girl With Tear

 

She was having one of those bad hair days

The crystal blue eyed girl

The perfect lashes

The cultured brow

Outside the sky was the colour of slate

But the diagonal screen kept the night away

All she wanted was some square jawed Joe

To trample into her simple temple

All she ever got was schmucks

Them’s the breaks Daddy-o

Her face like some sunburn...

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Head In Hands

Head In Hands

 

when I bring my hands

to my face

the heels fit precisely

into the sockets of my eyes…

 

my thumbs circle my temples

but do not soothe or ease the pain…

 

each of my fingers press

against the bony ridge of forehead…

 

kneading, coaxing,

pleading for relief…

 

the insides of each hand

pinch against the aqualine

contours of my nose...

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dust

dust

 

dust settles

dead skin

I trace my finger

through you

wishing you

were here

not gone

in a cloud

of dust

not spread

across my

furniture

like winterfall

and so

I don’t clean

I sit and stare

at the places

you have been

the places

where you

touched me

kissed me

before the rage

and arguments

...

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