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 Jan 2019 Eryck
Brandon Conway
Old man with his Atacama tongue
dusting off stories of his youth
forty-nine knock outs he spattered out
heavy weight champion travelin' the world
stories of tribes auctioning off slaves
that they couldn't sell
that became that nights meal
pieces in a stew
how it could make a man cry and cry
oiling up trees so the lions
slide right off
tent births and baseball cards
a preacher neighbor who beat a woman
then had his teeth knock out
by the holy word
then points out his bird houses
only to dive deep into something else

"Old man" says I,
"I have to return to work
but next time I will save
your stop for last. There's
an oasis in that head of yours
and I tend to bask in it."
 Jan 2019 Eryck
Brandon Conway
Gold melts away
the dark blanket
as if a sign to start
anew

be ambitious
he whispers

no
you answer back

and slowly block the
gold penetrating through the window
with your blanket of doubt
 Dec 2018 Eryck
Jen
Dust
 Dec 2018 Eryck
Jen
One day in 2299,
They will tell
This story,
The one of
Dying books on
Dusty shelves,
In a time when
There was
Still room
To dig graves
In the ground.
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