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 Oct 2012 Nickols
Charles Barnett
Timing is everything
is what they say,
but they've never met us.
Passing each other
on the highways and interstates
that connect our hearts together
like tiny spiderwebs.
Like shackles.
 Oct 2012 Nickols
Charles Barnett
You think you're clever
but I read you like
the prettiest little poem.
Red hair flickering the
edges of paper like
matchsticks.
 Oct 2012 Nickols
Charles Barnett
Half empty glasses
are on the table
in the living room.
Materialistic proof
that I never finish
what I start.
 Oct 2012 Nickols
Sa Sa Ra
Sounds like the devil's worship
'fools' see it in the very bright of day
hate's spectrum sold so in grey excuses
with 'light and love' that has never saved
not one 'precious' going under miring mud

What is of self worth in the world of put downs
get above beyond over top with all insidious ruses
so artfully disgraced in lowly tastes into the sweetest
hearts with the most promising starts with arrogance
and the living and learning the condescending tortures
thrown back in ones face must be mastered till disguised
with the brightest pomp flashy emotional romps of starlets

Any format will do without exception there are toasts and cheers
to all of god's little children being taken under in compliant fashion

Diverge we do upon two paths one foot in each by light and by darkness
that is with the grey masters between love and hate consciously delusional
simple choices all the way agreed agreed no fire we started no hell departed

Two paths four eyes just for starters
take a flight through the hearts of all
of god's devils heaven hell commanded
 Oct 2012 Nickols
Charles Barnett
Your name never fails to appear.
On little LCD screens. On the back
of my eyelids where I trace the letters
as if they belonged to me.

My heart claws its way up my throat
like the way I claw at my scalp.
My face. My hair. Everytime
my phone lights up,
your name never fails to appear.
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