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Daniel Magner Sep 2014
I have to fit Eddie into sixteen pages
twelve point font, double spaced
enough room for critiques and mistakes
How do I pack his spirit
inside black inked words,
inch and half borders?
How can I convey his essence
and what his departure from earth
left behind?
I'd have a better chance of
describing the ocean
to the blind
or the sound of bird's song
to the deaf
No words said could give him justice
and bring him back
take his lifeless ash
resurrect him
but I have to
I must spill him out from this pen
make him whole
dismiss the cold of death
so I can tell the world
"Even when their gone
you can still feel them
in your...your...
breath..."
Daniel Magner 2014

When I read this aloud
I take a deep breath and let it out
as I say the last word
Daniel Magner Sep 2014
I prefer to smoke alone
blow away the jabbering,
the drone of the fan
mixing together, making
my knees jump.
outside by myself
with no need to say
inconsequential things or
retell a story once over.
the quiet hugs on like a sweater
or a hand knit blanket
the stars' vacant stares
speak of car crashes
of heads and windows
of hospital elevators
the wind brings along with it
an office bedroom
and 400 miles from home
if that is what I can call
what's left of my life there
then the smoke stays in my hair
to repel anyone trying to get
close
Daniel Magner 2014
Daniel Magner Sep 2014
All my old friends are vessels
sailing away from the Bay
leaving the Martinez Harbor
or they are cars taking I-680 South
stopping at the last Kinder's
before driving out
flying the nest, hoping for the best
chasing paper
will we come back later?
will we return to the place
that watered us till we grew?
will we come back to nest?
Daniel Magner 2014
Daniel Magner Sep 2014
I long to find
the one who I can say,
"I love the sound of you"
and hear them sing back,
"I love the sound of us"
Daniel Magner Sep 2014
I always end up listening to
Red Red Wine
Wether I'm sober, ******,
or on acid
I think I've come to find
that when I sing along
I'm not speaking to wine at all
I'm speaking to the woman
who I am yet
to meet
Daniel Magner Sep 2014
new friends don't feel so real
though I've been working on
building ladders to my walls
it seems either they don't know
how to climb, or they don't care
people in my classes
are already embedded with a group
approaching is foreign
everyone says it just takes time
except my brother
who told me he hasn't made
any true connections since highschool
is it always going to be like this?
Me in a room full
of kindly acquaintances
passing time till I can be alone
where did all my real friends go?
I'm trying, but no one seems to click...


Daniel Magner 2014
Daniel Magner Sep 2014
a long brown hair
pulled from a coat pocket
must have been yours
laying in there like a mine
then a shorter but still long
red strand poked out of
the knot in a blanket
still yours, but more fake
later an almost black hair
came from inside my pillow case
it was hers, stirred emotions
just a little too late
finally a turquoise one
belonging to a friend
but the kind that ended up
naked in my bed
and left questions
do you miss me?
was it just to get frisky?
does it matter?
Daniel Magner 2014
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