Looking out the window on a foggy night

1 August 2018

your light struggles
recoups under sprinkler dirge
supports broken
tree branches stacked by sidewalk end
unsuspecting snapping something inside
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this painting is silent and still
wooden box shrouded in moon cloud
occasional rustle pulled by stars
falling in a hurry
everything out there will never come back in
A TERRIBLE TRAGEDY

fog creeps through the low-cut grass
misting a forgetting seen through sadness
won’t you oh won’t you be curious
of what’s beyond the veil
buy a sneak peek called
SUDDENLY AND UNEXPECTEDLY

a death in everything but name
in my hands something rough
jumps me I’m late for infinity
but it’s just my dog dreaming young
living this world
and proud of it.

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