Points of light

Dark

“Who’s there?”
She squeaked.
“I can hear you breathing”.

But there was no reply.

She groped the pitch
And found the tether,
Then the ring.

And wondered at its weight.

“I am.”
Said the dark,
Illuminating nothing.
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Spite

I have been told
I have
Two,
Or possibly, even
Three attributes
Some might
Find
Fulsome,
Handsome,
Buxsome,
Winsome.

In spite of this,
I have the capacity
To appear
Extremely
Unappealing.

It’s a skill.
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Now

Except,
He did not turn back
For me.

And,
There is only
This day.
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.
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Stranger

One day
I woke up
In a stranger’s
Body.

Something
Of a shock.
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Loathing

She despised me
And, in doing so,
She despised her
Future self.
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Seabed

Wrecked

I noticed you
And your eyes
And your shoes,
Slightly worn down,
At the heel,
And your hand,
Newly bereft of
A ring.

Like that great, plastic island
Spinning aimlessly
In the Pacific,
Is our generation
So much adrift,
Wrecked on truth,
Carried off
On a sea of
Discontent
Disbelief
Dissonance?
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Analysis

I do not love
Your data.
But,
My mind
Watches,
Like you watch film,
Voyeuristic.
It moves with
The playful array,
Skipping,
Scrolling,
Flickering,
Forming
A galloping horse
Epic
Of another kind.
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.
.
.

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Algonquin Fall

Fade

Every pore weeps
As youth dies
Its slow, inexorable death.

And yet I know
When I, full poured,
Look back
On me now,
I will cry,
“How beautiful
Were you
Then!”
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.
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Twilight Taxi

Thus

What I do here
Sometimes
Feels like

Humming undetected
on a wooded path

Singing full-throated
in a crowded hall

Snoring obnoxiously
with the window open

Screaming defiantly
into a pillow

Belching rudely
in gentle company

Feels like
Sometimes
What I do here
.
.
.
.
.
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Tanks Turks

Bends

Cottonned
Wooly
Batten
Down

Like

Buried
Living
Under
Ground

Like

Diving
Deep
Pressure
Round

Don’t
Surface
Too
Fast
She
Says.

We’ll
Breathe
Together.
.
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