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Jessy Pryde Jul 2010
If romance is dead, then so is music-
Unchained melody, familiar tune.
Spare me the notes that I already know;
Trade it for something more original.
I just now caught the shadow of your smile:
It’s playing across the canvas of my ceiling.
Memory is the after-taste of sight-
Thus, let me be a connoisseur artist.
I don’t believe in “Always,” or “Never.”
We are too temporary for such words.
Promises are only good intentions,
Temporary honesty at its best-
Or, so They will say, those ominous They-
Societal demons in gold cages.
See how they watch. See how they point and stare.
See how they see me find my own way out.
Oldie, but goodie (-ish).
Keith Strand Jul 2021
we've got scuffmarks
you and I

like boots
drenched in the ocean

boots
boots that conquer mountains

through the birdsong
of verdant forests

boots that despite scuffs
will continue to conquer

only now
we conquer alone

— The End —