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The dark wet road reflects the neon lights
Very fast I drive towards the splendorous Dawn
While a poem is emerging from the air
All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing
 Nov 2021 Possum living
Prevost
Some hearts are deserts
in the
dry air between
the beauty of poetry
and one too many
poetic licenses.
 Nov 2021 Possum living
Cynthia
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
 Mar 2021 Possum living
Kenshō
sugar cane berry stains

lost friends life's bends

mountain still, in the end




there and back, i've been

we were kids, you were teens

we learned a lot, what we've seen




one more shot before we go

that sacred breath you always know-

when to call it a day
Check message
Facebook
Check message
Instagram
Check message
Send message
Wait
Check
Look;

When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Now
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat
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