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 Jul 2018 Anthony Mayfield
Bryce
And I will make sure that if anything were to happen,
It would do little to affect you.

It's not everyday
You find a goose that lays eggs
With speckled jewels and golden flakes

The world is full of incongruity
And there's no doubt about the certainty
That something bad may happen,
And we don't want that, do we?

So listen carefully.


The world is a giant carboniferous spicule
Hanging in a nest of hydroxic gas and particulae
Spinning within the gaps of a blackened dome
Of limitless space and out of control
There is no telling what way it will go
There is no prediction that has fortold
Any number of moments in this tumbling slumber
Between the darkest hell and the further horizon

I so deftly advise you with all certification
To please place your bets and fly by echolocation
Your eyes will mislead, your ears will displease
And there is no way we can refund divine warranties

This machinery
has a half life of quarks
And energies that vibrate into other orbits
Trajectories
Retaining the spin and informative piece
Of that golden goose let loose amongst the canopy
Of dark,
off into neverland, straight on
Till new morning,
Beyond the stars

So please good sir don't migrate away from me
I have so much to give and such pain I have seen

Those that fatten their goose with **** till it quacks,
Those ravenous souls who ate their gift for a snack,
And when life finally cuts them down to their last,
They will howl and yowl and pray that goose back.

This is a game,
Have a good little laugh
Don't waste your time or your money
On a daffy Aflack

Policy that keeps you policed to the earth,
No way to fly,
Stuck in the dirt.
That is no way to live in the dream,
That is no way to let death trickle in

So please, pretty please, make sure you have coverages
And a couple extra dollars in the pocket of those jeans
Wander freely, you great big atomic bomb, you.
Do catastrophic damages and I'll pay your dues.

Ride the road coast to coast,
Fly a bird 'round the world,
Take a truck till you're home,
Find a love you can trust.
Find a place where your egg
And your legs seek nowhere else
Lay down those roots,
It's Eden or bust.
I asked her to be with me
She said never
I told her I loved her
She said whatever

Left alone in the woods
Gone with him
She expected me to stay put
I wish I could

Now I have to leave
Now truly I see
I've always loved you
But you've never loved me
Nothing's ever good enough
Everything *****
I'm not good enough
I ****
I want to die
You don't want to be around me
Rather be with him
Or him
Or him
I asked you why
Told me I wasn't a tool
What do you take me for
A fool
Told me it wasn't me, it is you
But I don't belive
I don't want to breathe
I just want to leave
You in the past
Because you hurt
And I blame it all on you because I'm a ****
Clearly this isn't worth
Effort
Love
Work
This is what you wanted right? I'm giving up.
You say you love me
But I'm sure I love you more
You sleep in your bed
And I sleep on the floor

I share my dreams and heart
They're all I have to offer
It seems you enjoy tearing them apart
And making me feel awful

I know you don't mean to
I can see it in your eyes
But nothing you say or do
Could make me forget your lies

Do you remember the night
When you showed my your scars
I told you they made me sad
I wish I could take our sorrow and cast it to the stars

Then you and I could live in a heaven on earth.
I've given you everything I have. Please give me a chance.
 Jul 2018 Anthony Mayfield
Logan
Staring out of my cell window,
                                      bright blue sky,
                                       with a archipelagos of clouds.

                                        A noose hangs above me.

                                                      Inhale­.

                                               The air is crisp,
                                                tasting better than,
                                                any meal I've ever had.

                                                        Exh­ale.

                                                        I slip my head in,
                                                        the grip is tight,
                                                         like a cobra's grip.

                                                        Sl­owly losing consciousness.
I hope everyone enjoyed this short series.
 Jul 2018 Anthony Mayfield
Logan
On the road,
                                            she's screaming again,
                                            my face is black and blue.

                                         Fear creeping in.    

                                                 A fist connects to my jaw,
                                                car swerves off the road,
                                         wrapped around a telephone pole.

                                                 air bags deployed,
                                             blood drips down my face,
                                              blaring horn.

                                              Burning, crackling, sizzling.

                                              Smoldering flesh,
                                               turns my gut,
                                               she's trapped.

                                               I see my way out,
                                               save myself,
                                               the car com-busts into flames.
Sometimes we need to let people burn in order to save ourselves.
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