Imaginary World

I weave a tapestry

Sounds of glee 

Priceless trinkets 

Precious memories 

They cover many walls 

Imaginary battles won 

Maidens and Dragons dance 

Treasures of what’s once important 

Dreams cling like spider webs 

Each waiting for a meal 

Glories within the mind 

Times when I acted in thought 

They gaze down upon me  

Hundreds of scenes 

They were once so real 

The world of fantasy

pulls stronger than reality 

Imaginary place that I built 

Hope’s garden of Eden 

Eternally shining


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Impression

What impression have I made?

Have I left a mold for precious metals?

Footprint squished into a riverbank?

Did I choose wax or steel to cast from?

Will I be lucky enough to be a fossil?

Will the next storm wash me away?

Time is no test man passes 

Is an anonymous legacy, a legacy at all

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Bitter

I seeth

           Water meets hot grease 

My sharp words dig 

                         But you’re 

                                Except when asked

Why I’m bitter? 

          It grows slowly

Then completely

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Panicked Breaths

My surprise lunch at home, truly a surprise.  My arrival goes unnoticed.  I look quickly and see lights on but not the body I’m looking for.  I hear muted voices.  

Laughter spills into the hall leading to the bedroom. It pauses and my wife in a loud whisper “Oh…I can’t believe you’re actually going to try doing that.”

My world freezes.  My world melts.  I drop the bags of fast food.  Like a ghost, I float toward a, mortal whim forgot my existence. 

My breathing panics as I confront a mystery.  Feelings of betrayal and wrestling to control a rapid heat beat leave me trapped.  Shallow rapid lunges of my lungs area all i can do. 

She laughs even more.  Giggles flow freely in a room I can no longer get to.  Each other stings like a bee.  I can see the hands of another reaching over her.  Lips whisper things that I couldn’t dream of saying aloud.  And she squeals really high pitch. 

My hands feel for the wall.  Unconscious, I pull myself forward. 

“Oh, my God.  You’re home! ” She yells.

There is noone there.  A TV.  A show with someone eating goldfish.  

I’m ghost white.   The thoughts have lead me to my own demise. 

“I brought lunch.  I wanted to surprise you.” I would say I try to recover.  But breathes are still at a premium. 
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You’ll Fry

“You’ll fry!” Burger shrilly screams. 

The crowd jeers.  Frantic spectators mix anxiety and anticipation.  

Sizzles and pops fill the air as the burning starts.  Trapped in a basket as the world goes black. 

These are the final moments of a French fry 
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Opaque Window of the Soul 


Your intentions are clear 

Why do we dance around them?

Like a broke compass pointing away 

I see the working within better 

Than I see the person you present

Toying and teasing worked years ago 

Long past the point of hoping anymore 

In your mind, justification wins 

In your heart, distance breaks even 

Lost individual adrift on unseen waves 

Tides come and go beneath your world 

Yet you spiral around blaming the rocks 

You merely stayed in the same place 

Everything else surely moved

The opaque window of your 

Colors us to your disliking

One day you’ll open it and see


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Measure of A Man

Brenda stirs a glass of sweet tea.   The spoon bangs repeatedly.

“Your tea is ready.  How do you like the sweetener.” she deadpan her question. 

“It’s awful sweet.   I guess I’ll get used to it.   Dieting sucks.” Ron grabs the glass and walks back to his chair.   The exercise souls be enough in his world.

“I thought 30 grams would be enough.” Brendas voice barely audible. “How much strycnine will it take?! One more glass, maybe.”

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Meaningless

Her advances rejected.  

Smiles and laughs at stupid humor never noticed.

Her homemade, albeit bakery bought, treats ravaged like she wanted her to be. 

Her last attempt at avoiding be meaningless realized.  While never a pink girl, a pink 9 mm feels mighty noticable now.

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Symptoms in Grey

Chill in the air 

The distant Sun offers little

Where gentle rays once landed 
Barren land shines out

Life hides in shadows  

Melancholy day grows long

Waiting for the return of warmth 

Maybe tomorrow, today grey rules

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