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#11

the kids on the wall
shoegazing, fiddling with
what's important:

skyscraping

these are the things we
place above our heads until
the sun shines again.

i'd like to be there

there where the ghosts dwell,
under the stars, beneath the
trees, alive, waiting.

#20

candlelight isn't
ever enough to see where
to cut the bodies.

#19

listening to rain
drops fall down further from where
they began, upwards.

#18

drops seep from sore eyes,
summer pollens rough grazes
warm wash bathes them new

Except for the eight-legged horse

the ancient Norse Gods
never died. They knock on doors
mid-week, hammer in

rainstorms, burst into
crowsong at shiny things or
when a person dies.

it used to be important

i struggled to reach
you, but the silence piled on
itself-- heavy, and cold.

#17

one day people will
realize that i'm not just
a pawn in this game.

dreamt it

hypothetically,
if we all slept at the same
time, no one would know.

the big bang

we all wonder how
everything began but not
how it all will end

bigger than that

after all of the
debris lifted, what we saw
was the beginning.

dead serious

depending on what
happens tomorrow i might
end up in the ground.

phone calls at three a.m.

solipsism will
only last as long as our
minds allow it to.