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Take an aspirin and shave for the show,
drink black coffee, rehearse the grin.
For office light's embalming-glow,
take an aspirin and shave for the show.
Staple the tremors, make blood flow.
Bleach out the sweat for the boardroom spin.
Take an aspirin and shave for the show,
drink black coffee, rehearse the grin.
a triolet poem, eight lines with only two rhymes used throughout, inspired by Shay Caroline Simmons in her poem: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5159515/in-my-room-a-cricket/
In my room, a cricket sings his heavy heart.
Outside, his million brothers, star-drunk beneath a lemon tree.
Why these walls? Why his song? Why my clocks, taken apart?
In my room, a cricket sings his heavy heart.
Why alleys? Why walkways? Why my brushes sick from art?
Why my open window and the summer drowsing carelessly?
In my room, a cricket sings his heavy heart.
Outside, his million brothers, star-drunk beneath a lemon tree.
2018
Hall Jun 5
I feel no pull to chase or build.
The life I want can’t start from here.
The path was clear, but I swept it away
By meddling till it disappeared.
It was made to be mine, I lost it in a day
I feel no pull to chase or build.
The life I want can’t start from here.
MetaVerse Sep 2024
Another yellow leaf,
     Another red
Descends like grief on grief.
Another yellow leaf
Whispering, "Life is brief,"
Descends from overhead
Another yellow leaf,
     Another red.
MetaVerse Sep 2024
the fall
     ing leaf
is all
the fall;
i call
     my grief
the fall
     ing leaf


Riz Mack Nov 2023
The best advice I'd hope to give
Romanticise The Little Things
that can't be traded, they're a Gift
The best advice I'd hope to give
The Little Things, for which you live
will be there, when the future sings
The best advice I'd hope to give
Romanticise The Little Things
live
from the garden
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