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 Dec 2023 Chuck Kean
Edmund black
In your absence
I get tired of being
Anything at all
I get wounded
by my own selfish
desires to be,
I imagine myself
Falling on purpose
Tearing’ up my heart
Into a million pieces
Just to wait and see
if you would come
And pick me up,
As always said
You would
If so ever I fall
So we, you and I
Could drift away
Onto a brighter sky
Without a trace of clouds.
 Nov 2023 Chuck Kean
Aishu
Last night,
when I closed my eyes,
I saw the moon
so full and so bright.
I fell asleep smiling.
I believe in air
and growing hair
patches puberty,
free me liberty.
All lives matter,
same old batter,
never quite right
too dark or light.
We live too long
to love a song
or smoke a ****
or love her ****.
Oh My God, I do
confess it's true.
She wasn’t a beauty
though pretty enough
Her gait charismatic
with looks to rebuff

He wanted to stop her
he waited and watched
For light in the tunnel
one chance not to botch

At last she took notice
his heart beating fast
Their eyes locked together
a fleeting repast

Time was suspended
new love in the air
As she boarded her plane
—leaving only a stare

(The New Room: November, 2023)
 Nov 2023 Chuck Kean
nivek
Golden seams hard to mine
deep down in the heart of things;
ancestral stirrings, and deeper still;
a moments reflection within a star;
Sun poets before the first dawn.
Remember you said
you would rather be dead
than to live a life without cause
God, how honourable then
I thought you were my saviour
and I drank your presence
like the sweetest wine
I clung to your every word
like a long lost disciple
All I ever wanted to be was
the perfect daughter
perfect friend
perfect girl
but you left
just before you taught me
how to be just like you
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