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Post-its for the Past

Now you’re here and you don’t know why
But under skinned knees and the skid marks
Past the places where you used to learn
You howl and listen, listen and wait for the
Echoes of angels who won’t return…



I have my back on the sun, facing forward

So long and goodnight to the mornings I will discard

In the highway I constructed, shadows shift

I think I’ll be walking on this life they call a road trip.



Conflagration flying past oceans, murmuring tacit prayers

Counting fallen feathers for the losing sky-drowned hours

Causeries bartering hanging lights and silver dollar moons

Crashing in collisions of star showers, orbit heaven at noon.



Leave me to beat out the bad news with a belt

But I never leave scars, only angry marks and welts

Soon they’ll come back for another box round

Perhaps this time I can bury them all into the ground.



The distorted horizons appear to be a looking glass

In which vacant visages can peer out flummox past

Unblinking funicular eyes oscillate betwixt the edge

Again it sinks into cosmic cisterns, glazing the ledge.



The letter I sent to the past never arrived for the message

The return address was blurred, I lacked a ten pence postage

So I’ll send another envelope to the future me, it’s enough

This time, I’m changing the postmark and licking the stamps.


But you’ll just sit tight and watch it unwind
It’s only what you’re asking for
And you’ll be just fine with all of your time
It’s only what you’re waiting for…

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The Ledge

My legs are dangling off the edge
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend
I think I’ll slit my wrists again
And I’m gone, gone, gone gone…


Teetering dither like a flimsy seesaw at the edge

Of the open skyscraper’s pewter concrete ledge

Gazing hazily past the hundreds of miles below

An amiable breeze nudging me softly as it blows


The open horizon’s colliding apricot and violet

A marvellous sight of the enlightening sunset

Quite the teasing vision of faithful life’s vitality

Akin an ironic requiem of the last sight I’ll see


Teetering unsurely like a vacillating scale at the edge

Of my final standing ovation upon the concrete ledge

If the gale heaves violently, and pressure’s more than I can take

Do I have to take the long fall simply just to catch a short break?

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