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 Apr 2017 Garry
Emmennarr
Listen
 Apr 2017 Garry
Emmennarr
I blare my music
Wondering if guilt and sorrow ever drown.
To drone them out
I follow someone else's tragedy,
Hoping to distract my own
With glyphs through sound
And not with vision.
Mine's scarred.
 Apr 2017 Garry
Emmennarr
Departure
 Apr 2017 Garry
Emmennarr
I smiled the uncertainty only a foreigner could muster.
Farewell.
 Apr 2017 Garry
Emmennarr
Us
 Apr 2017 Garry
Emmennarr
Us
The thought I once hefted far above me fell to scatter on the floor,
But glue exists,
And I'm willing to mend it
As long as you're able to help.
 Apr 2017 Garry
Emmennarr
Slain
 Apr 2017 Garry
Emmennarr
Heart gashed from your rusted blade
Infection still spreads
The open wound does not heal
 Apr 2017 Garry
Cné
mσσnlíght ín thє mєαdσw
cαѕtѕ thє ѕhαdσw σf thє trєєѕ
í cαtch α glimpse of ѕílvєr
αѕ thє вrαnchєѕ cαtch thє вrєєzє
thєrє'ѕ juѕt α ѕσund σf ruѕtlíng lєαvєѕ
ín ѕσlítudє í ѕtrσll
thє wσσdѕ αrє mínє thíѕ єvєníng
αѕ í plαч thє wσmαn'ѕ rσlє
pαuѕíng вч thє rívєrвαnk
thє ѕчmphσnч вєgínѕ
thє ruѕhíng wαtєr'ѕ cσuntєrpσínt
tσ lívє σαk'ѕ crєαkíng límвѕ
thє gєntlє wínd, thє tєmpσ mαkєѕ
αnd í вєgín tσ hєαr
thє rhчthm σf thє pulѕє σf lífє
αn єαrth ѕσng ín mч єαr
hσw ѕwєєt thє єvєníng ѕєєm tσ mє
αríαѕ fíll thє níght
αnd thєn thєч mαkє α chσruѕ
αѕ thє mσσn rєѕumєѕ hєr flíght
hσmєwαrd вσund, í pαuѕє αnd líѕtєn
α mєlσdч ѕσ ѕwєєt
rєgrєtfullч, thє ѕpєll íѕ gσnє
nσw, juѕt thє trαffíc'ѕ вєαt
Happy Earth Day!
 Apr 2017 Garry
Langston Hughes
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
 Apr 2017 Garry
Allen Ginsberg
Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.

What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I
will build:  wife,
family, and seek
for neighbors.

                     Or I
perish of lonesomeness
or want of food or
lightning or the bear
(must tame the hart
and wear the bear).

And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image—shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.
 Apr 2017 Garry
Lydia
Untitled
 Apr 2017 Garry
Lydia
If I had a car and $100, you would never see me again
One day late, whoops!
 Apr 2017 Garry
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XI
 Apr 2017 Garry
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XI
I am the moon that always keeps a part of herself hidden, but I am always the full moon for you.
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