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Andrew Aug 2022
There’s a tree down the road,
Often caught in the west
Blown east by the west winds.
Blown east by the west winds.
Blown free by the stressed winds

Surely not of anthropogenic
origin.

There was a child down the road.
Blown south by callous winds.
One must mourn one gone.
One must.
Mourn one gone.

Surely of anthropogenic
origin.

There was a wild north wind
Once upon a time.
It seems to have relinquished
It’s domain.
A pastured peace,

Surely of anthropogenic
origin.
Andrew Mar 2021
Had it been the place in which I was conceived,
Then surely the light would not be relief.
Had it loved the street on which I was born;
From the socket, bones would surely be torn;
From the sockets on which I walk so free;
From Standen street to the timid oak tree.

I’ve known it to follow whichever I roam, from conception to birth to the warm missed tomb.

I hear it
I hear it call
I hear it
I’ve heard it all
It reaches
Andrew Jan 2021
I sit, and where’s the sun?
below the grass.
And I rest my head on my jacket,
And below, a stone.
Where is the music the world used to play?
Ears untouched.
Where is the music?
Where has the world,
Theory, sinews, and all
gone.
Andrew Dec 2020
Foot of stone bore deep into the swell,
cracking upon and destroying.
For soon they who the stone holds
shall fall and be no more.
Stand long, stand tall.

Stand long, do not fall,
For when you do and it is done,
Swells will perforate the stone raw.
And to those born between the stars
Do not long, do not call.
Andrew Dec 2020
Wallow, pitiful man of the spring and summer
know that the grass still breaths when winter blows
Wallow in your high-way blazed ignorance.
to seek the south when the north disagrees
to seek the south when the north disregards.
To see not the day to come, one must know the day that's past.
And I, pitiful man, crave capital that eludes knows only
this.
Only the blisters born of december.
And so in my stupidity I accept it,
A s th ough it is all that i s.
As though it is all that is.
Andrew Dec 2020
Stood I beside the hillside that stood so tall.
From my feet at the base, stared my eyes to the peak
from the hill did I witness:
Jagged rock jutting from graves
Pine spitting upon me
And sky, crawling from shaded edge.

I knew what I saw was where I had been,
so too was I aware it was where I'd be.
Andrew Jul 2020
Draw me crazy,
Shadows of my arms and legs sprawled along the brick.
Drive me home,
Where stone bears no shade nor hope
plays no trick.
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