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Daniel Anderson Oct 2020
I still taste the salt
from the sweat of our friction
your laughter echos in the cavern
where I buried my heart
the flame of your smile
fades with the days
and with it
its warmth
but lend me now
the wool of your words
and I’ll fashion a scarf
we know December looms
Y’all ever just miss someone?
Daniel Anderson Oct 2020
there are stories in your feet;
chronicles of to and fro.
footprints - an appropriate name -
on pages of sand
and gravel
and stone
and clay
where have you been?
where did you go?
for I cannot read your steps
and I beg to hear your tales
and right now
I am parched for your words
sitting
alone on a crowded beach
with sand in my ears
Daniel Anderson Oct 2020
no one knows of heaven
the quest for proof is moot
our existential dread cements Risk’s value
overshadowed by Reward,
undersold by humanity,
we trudge along
waiting for anyone but ourselves,
any thing but our own,
to try and prove paradise
but I’ve seen it
it’s here on earth
and it rests behind your eyelids
Daniel Anderson Aug 2020
a blackened matchstick at your feet
your silhouette against a background ablaze
your hands,
as red as the bridge behind you,
you lit this fire-
and you lit the first-
I am grateful
for all seven layers of skin
but if our bridges must burn
I will spare myself the blisters
and swim to you
do your best to break the dam
do your worst to wash me away
I am coming
Daniel Anderson Aug 2020
smiles send a message-
that I am doing okay,
everything is fine

hell surely exists
and I am it’s sole tenant
I am here, weeping

teeth primed for gnashing
as I wince in agony
I grin and bear it
Daniel Anderson Aug 2020
cause for celebration-
the setting sun bookends a shelf of daylight
empty pint glasses scarce
empty shot glasses nowhere
full bellies and hearts
belt decades-old tunes
awfully
and I
-a fly in the hole in the wall,
out of place, out of time
absorbing the debauchery
curious of their glee and reason
a sponge of misfortune wrung out
onto a barstool-
show teeth.
I smile
and with the grin comes understanding
a facade-filled room in lockstep
putting faith in a euphoric hoax
do they know what I know
or do they believe in their content justification
who cares?
say cheese
there’s hardly a reason to be happy these days but do your best
Daniel Anderson Aug 2020
head west, heart east
head out, don’t leave
the crowning of things to come
the pains of a new labor, clutching
screams and wails in tandem harmony
fresh and alive and alone and scared
new lives seeking new life
born into desperation, answerless
ask more, answer less
fault and guilt lurk in shadows
head west, heart east
new legs, first steps, holding tight to walls
walls we built around ourselves
let go, flat ground, round earth, flat feet
step
       step
               step
breathe fresh air, speak new words
head west, heart east.
sometimes a move across the country can be daunting, especially with no support system. this is for those who face the challenge of starting a new life miles away from home
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