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Michael W Noland Oct 2013
He was all he could be
All he ever wanted to be

Spectating society

From the back seat
Of the two fifty three

Watching himself biking
Through the street

Happily climbing
Up the trees

Writing poetry
And smoking ****

He was exactly
Where he intendid to be


[Apart from me]
Michael W Noland Oct 2013
Crusting tears
Across her face

With blood and bone
And tones of hate

Atop the toppled tower
She waits

She climbed the crumbles
To signal space

She waits on flowers
To take her place

But she is
Too late

The skies are


[Paint]
Michael W Noland Oct 2013
Let
Let it all bleed out
Strewn around
And about

Shine out
From the ins
You have found

But never doubt
Or droun
In pouting out

Just be about it

About the stuff you love
And a part of it

Dully apart from it

Stand alone in a storm
With no phone
Or horn

To form

Your own opinion
Michael W Noland Oct 2013
Super
Hero

Zero Uno

Hears no
Ear fulls

Fears no
Beers whole

Strolls all over here

But Zero Uno
Zeroed on fools gold

Yonder uno upon a pier

Where Nero
And Brunno

Steer those
Heros clear

And you know



Splash
Michael W Noland Oct 2013
Cursing his servitude

His service slipped
From hand to fist

To down right rude

So they slit his wrist
And grabbed at his kit

As even with
This change
In attitude

He started to shoot

As he slowly moved
From room
To room

Until tomb quiet

Mere cinders of a riot
He laid inside em
And sighed

Stating
One last time

Goodnight

It was
Lights

Out
Michael W Noland Oct 2013
Counting strands in laces

Tucking the dangleys
Into my boot

The spaces
From the chain
Remaining
Healthily
Away

As I Peddle away
In the rain

Makin the same
Mistakes
Again

Light headed
Escapes

Fading into
Landscapes

Placated
By this spaceship
And riding it

Into the wind

Wallowing
In its glint
Grinning

In the ambiance

Subservience
Unto the stretches
Fetching this

Fire inside

Felt
While I
Ride

The back roads

Dark and cold
Forboden
And alone

I'm riding home

Hoping for
The worst
Michael W Noland Oct 2013
It's a fragile balancing act
To stay on track

With all these
Attractions
Detracting
From my
Distractions impact

Its impact
On the blurring depictions
Of pictures burned
In fictions past

Frames so perfect
They cracked
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