old shadows
that hover over the rocks and stones
in front of him
lead him with the wicked echos of regret
that his life had only become
his plan b.
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plan b
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huckleberry
with a carnival balloon in hand
and paper banjos playing softly beside the river he walked home,
he paused…
to released the fictional helium hope
of ever finding his own huckleberry friend
and quietly placed his love in the museum of his soul.
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wasted
the pile of faded blue t-shirts
that sit silent in the corner of an empty room
still have the scented memories
of his wasted kisses, lost loves,
and the absent knowing
of how to feel something for someone.
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yesterday’s
a soul torn in half
both cold and broken
takes pictures in the dark
of yesterday’s closing door.
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season
enduring the season
where wine numbs the hurt,
his feet push down old memories of missed loves
deep into the coarse shelled sand
where tides quickly wash away …
another year passed alone.
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winds
the winds blew
and what was once written,
is now erased.
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caffeine
surrounded by caffeine and smoke,
he painted his portrait
in the misty colors of his personal mythology
to obscure the bruises and scars
only visible to him.
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