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I am leaving. God I am leaving you. I am leaving and I am leaving And I am gone. Just throw my stuff on the burn pile And tell the neighbors you can’t remember my face. Stop saying my name out loud and Stop saying it inside your head. I am leaving And you are shocked. Why? Could it be that you were never there? That you wouldn’t hold me with that wound in my chest? Is it because I could never hide? Is it because I was always ashamed of who I am? Are these things what motivate my choices? I am...

I am awake before dawn, in the grey black light of the eastern sky. I am awake at dawn, paused and silent, my ears pricked to the Oceanic hum of bodies in motion through the open window adjacent To my still warm bed with its blanket crumpled and used. I dropped anchor last night, involuntarily of course, drifting with the currents Of memory past and memory future to those often familiar places; Kicking around desperate apprehension like an empty coke can So I could forget (if just briefly) th...

I have been yoked before, like I am now Desiring a longer pause than the limit of my memory serves. From Her, the once was; now, the has been – The Ex. The presence of her is painful Like a heavy millstone lashed tightly upon my neck; The hemp fibers gripping my throat, Breaking the flesh as my body Bends down to its weight and its will. Going under, past consciousness and into sleeping Where, being free and weightless, the fields of dream Float in lazy swirls. I once dreamt of a sweet, small...

Lord knows a Man needs Love & Lovin', and Lord knows I am a Man! So was the thought that came to my mind as I tramped along on this cold and selectively unhospitable night to the gas station to procure a portion of Bass Ale to quench a mighty thirst. All these notes, notes, notes, soon to be passed along to the quick & the dead. As we all are, in our own time... ...and what might be these notes of worth that we say and are? I believe that through procedure and theory, we might make a stab at ...

The salt of the sea’s lips got stuck in your hair again. The smell is fresh and almost sweet, As the breeze from the cracked car window whips through it. The Sun baked it in while we lazily walked Up and down the shoreline, beach combing And aimlessly driving our conversation Out to the gulls and clouds I thought it the best idea, that we renounce our city lives To become Pirates! We the terrors of the Pacific Ocean! You smiled when I laughed and you laughed when I smiled. A ridiculous notion...