Everyone deserves
a chance to
YOU deserve
a chance to talk
reverence lies
in lies about which
lies are brought
emergence spent
in etch-a-sketch
adding color
imagined
in grays
bravery bereft
silence
complicit, wrapped
in blankets
‘round my feet
absolution
living tributes
to harmony’s
disgust
in changes
evolves
then drowns
they’ve shown
the way
to suffocate
I’ve run
the silence
of lesser
positions
disempowered
You’ve shown
The Way
MM 2.2021
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Dirt in wound
scorched-earth-red runs
stains skin
transfusion
encrusted
flowing adhesion
trailing
tracking
down
the arc
the corners
saturating fabric
in dreams
weathering
grounding
reflection
in blood
red clay
brilliant
pungent
knowing as in depth
deep as in rapture
shuddering
as in sink
weathered branch
snapping
knotty
piercing grip
core hollowed
unrooted
in damp
lurching arms
hyperextend
can’t hold this
burden
(un)relents
deflecting
internal
external reports
to signed release
esteemed
Conspirator
MM 2.2021
Severance
I float away
adrift
vapors in the sky
trail off course
nodding acknowledgement
I can’t be
there for you anymore
part of your collection
validating relics
to shake off the
dust
that accumulates residue
like time diverges
meeting at the
point
of distance
it’s all just
foreign now
I can’t read your
column
eyes blurred with saline
words move
in jarring patterns
blood pulses
jumps from the veins
shopworn nerves
frozen and frayed
cracked skin
index finger
But can’t turn away
reminds me of you
when placed
in solemn context
words fester
take lives of their
own
take good care of
them
if not now,
later
MM 2.2021
Originally published on The Line (pleasepress.wixsite.com/theline)
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Can’t follow
tread-fading specks
of dust, traces in
the dirt
skeletal remains
unreason persists
respect it being
there with you
Bodies at rest
dream-dual
reality of death
of parallel life
axis where
consequence intersects
longing to be there
again, lingering
longer moments
to drink it in,
it through
it passes
back
through
Prophetic, here
warning hands shelter
their dead
dreams in telekinesis
those that pass here
lie in repose
in images, undiscovered
the reckoning
in our defense
Dutiful
Denial
MM 1/2021
