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washed-up

your wrists

draw lines

leading to

puget sound

.

like a call

‘follow me’

tapered sea

drying ground

.

echoing our

path to where

we are and

shall never be

.

but all these

great heights

can’t compare

to riptide infinity.

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Disembodied Silhouettes

My shadow no longer walks with me—

Not because there is no light to cast upon it,

But because it’s ashamed to take the very same path

My disgraced footsteps have left an imprint on

But could I blame my shadow for running away?

All it wants is a drop of tasteless medication

And I’m a lacklustre smile away from an overdose

Sitting here, under the ghostly orange of the streetlight

Watching the outline on the asphalt recede from me,

I count how many seconds it takes for me to get home

And pray under my breath that my shadow doesn’t follow.

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a fathomless void

a weight that can only be felt

by breathing in the wrong kind of ozone

in a desolate universe, unraveling into

rust and dirt and long-ago bleached bones

a single pair of footsteps walk

the path, beaten down by phantoms

and mysteries hanging on an unused crucifix

the rearview mirror beckons minds on

but….onto where? onto the myriad lies that

stumble and fall back into rubbles

bruising careless feet and leaving contrived

wishes of contrition and softer mumbles

and alone—alone the blackened eyes atone,

alone the bastard hair sheds like broken roses,

alone the body dances until imminent decomposition,

alone. the man seeks, but finds no symphony amid the empty chorus.

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Travel Thoughts

I’m not a fortune teller, I won’t be bringing news
Of what tomorrow brings, I’ll leave that up to you
I’m not a fortune teller, don’t have a crystal ball
I can’t predict the future, can’t see nothing at all…

~*~

I wonder sometimes, about fleeting things.

Sitting calmly and musing over tranquil thoughts on the top floor of a double-decker bus, watching tall foliage and even taller skyscrapers rush past my awe-stricken eyes, I’m basking in the excited beating of a foreign heart, a dearly beloved stranger, familiar yet unknown, warm blood palpitating fervently in a buzz of amalgamated emotions and hundreds of footsteps on the worn-down pavement. Yet I feel for my chest with a fluttering hand and find that mine seems to be dulled down into a quiet languor.

I dream of the future. And I dream of returning.

But the future tastes like a distant impossible nowhere—very much like this city that I’m currently traveling past—when the hands of my clock are still stubbornly stuck on the eleventh hour. I’m a broken compass with faded directions, and I’m never sure where the gravity is pulling the pointer towards, until I find myself lost without a second thought. I can’t ever be certain if there was even a north, south, east, or west in the first place. Maybe it’s just me and one big unfathomable plane of existence with no directions, no places to go, only nothing. And nowhere.

I don’t know where I am. I don’t know where to go.

I want to carry on despite all my crippling doubts paralysing my broken legs, but the crashing ocean in my tongue is salty and deep, and the drowned nightingale has ceased warbling melodies in my throat. I think of could-have-beens and come-what-may’s, and I try to make it sound comforting instead of terrifying, try to convince myself that I’m going in a path that I intended to cross, and I’ll make it somehow. I attempt to wrap myself around the steady beat beat beating of this stranger they call a city, and I let the static sounds and captivating lights cradle me into its metropolitan lullaby. This is only one of the million strangers I have yet to make acquaintances with. And only a fraction of my time.

And I dream of hope. And I dream that someday, I don’t have to dream anymore.

The future is fleeting. But, perhaps, I might just have one.

~*~

This feeling keeps growing
These rivers keep flowing
How can I have answers
When you drown me in questions?

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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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Of Bards and Boulevards

I am a poet, and I am here to tell you a story.

But, be forewarned, for I do not narrate. I simply leave mischievous glimpses and equivocal fragments for you to pick up and stitch together on your own. I do not wish to be straightforward; for the better adventure is surrendered on a vertical highway. Instead I provide narrow twisted paths and interminable dead ends, unhelpful road signs and perennially blinking broken traffic lights, confusing directions to nowhere that will lead you to everywhere. It is solely up to you to decide where you shall end up, whether it be a populated city with brightly glowing billboard lights, or a dark narrow alleyway with a fetid corpse abandoned under the dumpster. The exact same steps taken can lead to either one at any given time. The travel is truly yours to pursue, and I am merely there to provide you with what scant counsel you might require, and even then, my offers of assistance might be questionable, and the information given will be more misleading than useful. For I am a poet, not a mere storyteller, and my intricate words are your only guide, your sole map and compass in this discordant infinite chaos of a universe that I have created. Never take them as they are, and pray caution, for they do not want you to arrive at your destination. And neither do I.

I am a poet, and I’ll tell you to get lost.

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aurora australis

you’re the

southern lights

resplendent

and pyschidelic

in antarctic

midnight

oh, and i can

only hope you

will stay

long enough

for me to

stop straying

from my path

and return

to the right way.

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unfinished highways

bury me

in an unfinished highway

where people with

no destinations

and nowhere else to go to

might dare to traverse

an unbroken path

and maybe, just maybe

in that desolate, dust-beaten

incomplete road

i just might be able to

walk away from everything

discover my place, and

find my way home.

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Folsom Homesickness

Hold me for contempt

I am a sinful man

If arrogance was blithe

I will be borne one

Mercy I shall not plead

It was writ in stone

Guilt can be a path into

The gaol I call home.

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Light Up The Sky

I blaze a trail like the rays from taillights
Sound shaking the ground like earthquakes hail might
Someday I’ll die but not tonight
Excuse me while I light up the sky…

~*~

Same faltering cycles, none so tumultuous

Days shrouded by clouds of cumulonimbus

Candy floss skies eaten away by falling rains

A nuanced ray of sun I can no longer sustain

.

So why won’t you just light up the sky

For me, steal another with your sighs

Show me the world when my attention

Wishes to be far from ennui detention

.

I used to taste sweet stars dancing on my skin

But they’ve all blinked out to dark noughts now

Woe is me, and to the midnight sky I shall cling

Lost and floating like an empty vessel of sorrow

.

So won’t you simply light up the sky

For me, when I’ve no tears left to cry

Show me the universe when my soul

Wishes to be a scorned lump of coal

.

Yet dear, these are but mere amorphous shadows

What have you left in yourself to fight them back?

If I hurt myself on a thorn, would I blame the rose?

If I wound up missing, is it the forest’s own attack?

.

So why won’t we just light up this dark sky

To be this hazy planet’s new guiding lights

Show them the path when their condescension

Beats their senses back into a faux contradiction

.

But dear, the sun and moon tire of rising daily too

Can’t you feel their candescent hearts oscillating?

Will our coalesced illumination see them through?

Shall we leave them in their humble tapestry’s resting?

.

Dear, why won’t you and I just already light up the sky?

When crepuscular affinities arrive, they cometh descry

Let’s bask in our astral pains, let it be our fetid oxygen

And tomorrow let rejuvenated cosmos rise once again.

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