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Michael Parish Sep 2014
Her leaping blue eyes
Caught my dark brown
My secret love
So
Calm and profound
Michael Parish Sep 2014
She's brushed against those pebbles
Those sinking fragments of once solid builders mean nothing but sand
Between her toes
Broken like the promise he washed
Out like the green hollow eyes
Of empty beer bottles.  
She kisses her hands on its cap
And throws the stars of plankton
Wishing the oceans did not have a chance to play with her empty hollow heart.  
Out goes the tide
Like a slow dance
Out goes the bottle

He lost it all with a shot
Out goes the chance
He messed it all up with schnaps
Out goes his soul
Out goes the dry inks
Hope.  
Out goes the only humidity
Tears create.  
Out goes her hope
Like a proven mermaid.
Michael Parish Sep 2014
Like these god dam eruptions
I cant stop doing what I shouldnt.
My brother cant sleep
Because im makin noises
And im condemed for eternity
Unable to wait for the solid blue sleep
Of dreams
Uniterupted by hick ups
Im a fool
Who cant hold my breath long enoupgh
To prevent murphys law from actually happening.
I guess the worst did happen when I died at eighty five
With out a god murmur or impulse
To drink like the stork who cant find
Anyones perfect baby.
Tell him it doesnt matter
Im saying good by to indegestion and lauphter.
Michael Parish Sep 2014
1

Black beans
The earths hair
The roots of her body
Gazed  at my blue horizons
Like endless hills of wheat.

2.  We ran away in
This red convertible
Your arm smiled
Like the way
That Bonnet you wore
Shun with your smile
In the front seats warming leather.

3.   I can't believe the elm trees
Welcome a rattle of wind like the way their leaves
Leave   his midsummer dreams.
How Cana boy
Finally
Return
With his crazy lover
Like the American dream
Was all about her desire.  

4.  I told ya she took all I had and I'm still
Dancing
Like the wide rivers
Releasing the passion
Inside of crying glaciers.  
To keep my river fresh and blue forever
Like generations
Of salmon returning home.
Michael Parish Aug 2014
The brown found autnm
Was inocent on union street.
And I thought of what he
He said.  
" why do we all turn dull
If necessary like the faded colors
Of running salmon".
Why do we inhale the thick burning air and never couph from
The  smokes obituary.
I was young
And navy blue
He was old and
Hansome stash tan.
A scouts honor
Grows into man
And I learned to love
The final stage
Of covered land
Michael Parish Aug 2014
I'm here everyone
And I'm mite
Be able to
Give you
The reason
For this mans funeral.
The truth
We'll
The truth
Is five of years
Of blow
And iced ****
Probably
Made us
Murmor
To ourselves
No ****!
However
We mustn't leave
Behind respect and dignity
Because we're all
Or some of us might end up
The same person
With out any caution
Like the poor dog
Who's lepton asphalt
We'll
I'm just as blunt as
What we were all thinking.  
Yes
Even the priest heard or
Considered
The human heart of tragedy.  
Even our boys
And girls
Loose the scopes of piety.  
I just want one more
Truth
Because I'm aching like
Some one else's deed body.
Michael Parish Jul 2014
The Currents attack like an octopuses claw
The dead dark musky scales unthaw.
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