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arrival

the return

the final line

of empty trays

and sipped wine

.

of upbeat music

and listless smiles

we’re so close yet

we still have miles

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the last call

the landing

of departures

and last wings

.

of blue skies

and goodbyes

we’re so far yet

it feels like the end.

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anatomical dissection: feet

i don’t want

to walk endless

stretches of miles

for a destination

that doesn’t exist.

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Fork in the Road

I wanna let go of all the shame I live in
It’s all coming back because you always give it
I’m falling apart, when the heart breaks up
I’m moving forward…

~*~

Please keep your distance

I may be here but my mind’s miles away

I’m just another hitchhiker

And you don’t have to pick me up anyway

So maybe it’s all better off

If we let the stretched kilometres speak for itself

I’m caught in your headlights

But I’ll take the juncture’s path and wish you well.

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Travel Talk

You won’t believe what I tell you
White coats and clever minds will choose
You get a lot from this, loose tongue and arrogance
It’s not appropriate, don’t think that this is it…

~*~

Let’s cease with the

Uncomfortable pleasantries

As if we didn’t share

Flaxen stars that lit up our

Deathless horizons

.

Past the valleys of hell

And in glimpses that never align

Lies wasted letters and unspoken words

Spilling and cascading in shades of

Scarlet and sapphire once more

.

To halt this. So what do you say

Let’s kick the empty bucket

Over such a perplexing nonchalance

And go the distance over the miles

Where our intersections are amass with traffic.

~*~

It’s hard to compromise
When I see through your eyes
It’s just a common view
I guess it’s lost on you
Now I can talk, no one gets off
I know how you like to…

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Twelve Kilometres: Epilogue

Both soles are screaming to be put out

As the fires in my feet spread, no doubt

Walking a million miles, was it worth it?

The answer hangs unsure against heat

Though the question remains unbroken

I walk on a boulevard of glass and nails

All prejudices and kvetch left unspoken

My trembling sprained legs carry the trail.

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