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Lunacy

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Dancing down black, bourbon soaked street tops,

mannequins painted with maniacal faces,

pulled by marionette strings, chase the luminescent double lines.

Cloaked behind unclouded skies, the mind sways,

thoughts rustling, like the windswept tree tops.

Dressed in shadow-dipped robes Her delirious monks

are drawn devoutly from their homes by Her orb,

hanging full of reformation in the sky.

Waxing and waning, the worshipers feel it in their blood,

a corporeal tide, proving themselves un-befitting a corpse.

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His Son’s Sweetheart

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Standing in the soft, washed out light she looks

like a memory he would be better off forgetting.

As he watches, the sun, the breeze, the hem of her skirt,

they all caress the flesh of her thigh like a menagerie of lovers.

He can’t help but envy them. The last time

he knew what it was to touch youth he was young himself.

The way she stands there, with her back arched,

makes him imagine her old enough to wear

the naked posture of maturity naturally.

But when she throws back her head, laughing carelessly,

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I Am the Place in Which Something Has Occurred

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I am the place in which something has occurred.

First love was fertilized in me under the warm moonlit air of summer.

For two weeks it was fed until that love

became the stage on which my heart would break;

for the first time.

Bold, youthful exuberance built architectural wonders,

in the form of dreams, in my mind only to have

repetitive waves of realism wash them away like sandcastles on the shore.

I have been a safe harbor for strangers on nights

when loneliness was a little too rough.

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An Honest Politician: His Pre-election Apology

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I am sorry I have to give this speech.

I am sorry I am not the kind of man you hope to vote for.

I made mistakes when I was younger;

to those who my mistakes harmed,

if my apology wasn’t enough

or if it never came, I’m sorry.

I apologize for those people who will make your troubles theirs,

not out of empathy, but because party lines

have placed you in the crossfire.

I am sorry that in my pursuit of an office

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Uneasy Company

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Persephone, she haunts me.

Hades, he fascinates me.

And I, well, I don’t understand me.

She who is everything I am not.

He who is everything I want

And I, who am lost.

I fear her because she knows I don’t.

He knows the opposite holds true for him.

I, well, color me confused.

She is the image in the mirror.

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