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Miranda Renea Oct 2014
It was about the time,
Hours after the day had died,
And bikers flashed their lights
Like the starry glazed eyes of
Decayed faces found in late cars,

That the local school's nature god
Had granted me a fall blessing
I saw in horns, on a hill he was
Standing, staring, like my lover
Not far over - under dying leaves.
Miranda Renea Sep 2014
Puzzle pieces
Fit in boxes
That sit on shelves
And gather dust
Like the brown rust
On playground swings
That sticks to the hands
Of tiny children
Miranda Renea Sep 2014
Impulse.
Im-pulse.
I'm a pulse.
Am I spontaneo-
I'm a pulse.
Im-pulse
Impulse.
Miranda Renea Sep 2014
Today he earns
White interest for its ' savings;
"******* only threaten"
Woes our racist king in natal grace.
Check out the first letter of each word.
Miranda Renea Sep 2014
It was a Tuesday evening;
Just about 7 o'clock, when
I stopped to smoke a ciggie
And listen to the church bells ring.

Sometimes late at night, I sit
On the steps across from my
Apartment complex, where
I hear kids play in the evenings.
Miranda Renea Sep 2014
A spider dangles from the end
Of my soggy cigarette. I inhale
Anyways, because who’s to say
He isn’t keeping time? Pendulums
Sway in much the same way.

On that same day, I thought I heard
A time machine. It was just the AC,
But who’s to say it couldn’t be?
All because of a few memories, but,
Shh! Has the spider not answered me?
Miranda Renea Aug 2014
I met him at the dock,
While the witch's hour watched
Lovebirds dive nakedly into the sea.
When he kissed me at sunrise,
I inhaled with the hope of holding Brevity.

That next night he left me on a sidewalk
With the taste of salt on my lips.
And as I let go of my breath, I swear
I felt a breeze dance between my fingertips.
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