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Friends

​​I built one once,

out of meals and pints,

new recipes and boardgames.

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Late nights and weekends,

I tinkered and worked,

crafting a memory.

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Tracing a smile to greet me,

sanding a shoulder to cry on,

discovering a barking cackle.

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I built a friend,

even as he built me.

Dogs In A Sunlit Park

​​Flying fur and joyous paws,

bringing fun to those outdoors.

Big and small and thin and fat,

who could help but smile at that.

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Chasing, darting, bouncing balls,

echoing barks off low park walls,

why take your lunch indoors?

When joy roams free on just four paws.

Going Back

​​I returned to old houses,

stiff, formal, uninvited.

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The scent of memory perfumed by another,

the seats rearranged,

the paintings all wrong.

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I chatted, reminisced,

lied like I knew this place,

this doll house where I played at old happiness.

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I dutifully commented on rooms,

I cooed over forgotten junk,

I cried through a smile at this well-intentioned desecration.

Previously

My back hurts,

but I'm young and I run.

My diet's improving,

I lie to my fridge.

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My job's not too taxing,

but I'm young and I earn.

My back hurts,

but promotions are coming.

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I'm dating again.

for the one this time now,

but I'm sleeping alone,

and my back hurts

when I wake.

Follow

Chase blue through black trees,

white ghosts dance and glow.

A park stands between us.

 

Wheels thumping,

heart moving.

 

Chasing a banshee's yowl,

seeing it flee its own shadow,

as passing ghosts call questions.

 

We stop for none but the ferryman.

Blue runs red,

horns blare,

yellow screeches on the turn.

 

Pedals down,

I chase the ambulance towards home,

and an unmet future.

Sophia

​A building bestrode my dreams,

tall enough to kiss the stars,

and call upon the clouds as brothers.

 

Under the mighty dome a blackbird flew,

flitting as if beneath the arch of heaven.

Passing from sunlight through quick-forgotten shade and back again.

 

It did not sing,

but as it passed,

lament did follow.

Attention
Forget it,
it's gone

Speed
There is nowhere I need to be,
fast enough to not arrive.

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