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Stephan Mar 2016
The sunrise is swallowed again,
eternal clouds chant “never”
black, gray, moving slowly north to south
A light drizzle collects on my glasses
It is cold, but it is always cold
I am naked, tied to a leafless tree
for all passing by to gawk and point
I can hear the chuckles, no one feels sorry

Walls cave in around furnished dens
hibernating in darkness
A place where a heart has been ripped out
crushed and shredded
Leaving a hollow opening
in a field of wheat painted cobalt blue
empty in front of me
fading fast in the distance

Ghostly images flowing in the wind
beckoning me to come, to follow, to fall
abandon hope, give up life
and I lean towards doing so
because even if I died
she wouldn’t know or care
and neither would that sun
that shines for others
but not for me
Stephan Mar 2016
Camp Johnson Crossing
Tire swings and cattails
Tall grass and oak trees
Chasing rabbits and picking flowers
Lily pads and orange soda
Pigtails and slingshots
Rolled up jeans and her hand
Wet toes and sunshine
Bubblegum and promises
First kiss and moonlight
Worn paths and carved initials
Fingers and buttons
Love and life
Teardrops and good-byes
Moments and memories
Camp Johnson Crossing
Stephan Mar 2016
I slipped on the ***** of mistaken disorders
Whispered my love in the palm of her hand
Watched as she waved from the ship born to meet her
Standing alone in a cavern of sand
Stephan Mar 2016
One
"I remember the first time I kissed her,

because it was also the last time."
Stephan Mar 2016
Can’t relax in a forest of nightmares
with blankets of silence and
pillows folded neatly in the darkness
while down feather delusions suffer
anxiety in nightfall lulls –
Where the hell is the dawn
when you need it
Stephan Mar 2016
“Violins are for sissies” she said
“I play violin” I answered
“I like sissies” she replied

— The End —