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 Nov 2016 Torin
Aeerdna
I am full of memories
painted on our ceiling
when we were just two kids
and the rain wasn't hurting anyone

do you remember the smell of smoke
coming from the leaves our mother used to set fire to?
remember the November sunsets
when we'd play stupid games
and none of us was a winner?

remember how we used to sit in front of the fire
playing cards and drinking wine
we thought our lives would be like a smooth sailing on the ocean
yet here we are
miles away from each other
and the music doesn't sound the same
and our cards are missing
still no one is a winner

still
the smell of burning leaves wakes me up at night
still
we are apart
and the wine we drink daily
has no taste
and we keep on playing
even though our lives are like a wrecked ship
in the middle of an ocean that's always dark
we are still lying to ourselves
but deep inside we do know
the wine has changed its colour

and so did our eyes.

much  darker they are
much clumsier our fingers
much number the feelings

and
somewhere,
the leaves are falling
and they are burning
we just can't smell them
                       anymore.
 Nov 2016 Torin
The Ripper
Shovel
 Nov 2016 Torin
The Ripper
VVe vvrite words
to fill in the emptiness
as if they vvere concrete patches
for neglected sidevvalks
that nobody vvalks on
Carry on
D A R K  poets
Toss that alphabet
tovvards my shovel
let me bury it
forever
the day
when even the not so faithful
were tempted to pray
for the health of the nation
 Nov 2016 Torin
The Ripper
A drone
 Nov 2016 Torin
The Ripper
Surrounded by
a drone
the dull buzz of
Suburbia
draining me of
desire
I just vvant to
drink
I vvatch them all
creeping by like
bugs
&& all I'm guilty of
is vvanting
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