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TiredI am tired, heavy-footed, worn with wear I wear my hair
down long
Cold air blows through windows trying to nip the buds
long gone
I watch the cigarette smoke whip through the air currents
blue-grey
Saddened by the sun's insistence, shining on a day like
this day

I am rust, I am crushed metal, junkyard darkness, graveyard
sunset
I can't remember when I remembered what I'm trying so hard
to forget
Fire in oil drums replace the sun and the screaming and singing's
begun
I can't sing anymore, like Clancy can't, and the noise in my head's a
throb-thrum
almondsWith almonds in our palms we tell our stories
in late night kitchen conversation

foreheads on sticky tables
hands face down voices flown

getting saved is a story
removed from the hopeless

cold that
scratches our chapped lips,
flannel that
hides our hearts of oak

and our hearth is a wooden evening
not enduring yet,
just taking us away
from the shifting

away from where the river winds
and the seasons change

it's a long fall,
it's a long way down
from the top of that bridge
and I can save you.

.

Even the sun goes away quietly, slipping

behind strings of morse code poems,
leaving us alone on the dark blue
dr
religion
nowadays,
Autumn mornings can be like this: near to nothing.
they do not sing
exactly
or hold to land
but mangle in the chimes
as gaslights huddle for permanency

and so, failing.

where have we left our-
selves?

i feign allegiance to it: eyes and dreams
and life, as dyes turn glass to hollowware
and wax to fruit,
as brindle on these bones
makes me your passersby.

but somehow, i still believe in you
like fragments of a mythos
which have calcified to faith.
you’re lingering in setscrews that i cannot touch,
waiting in the code of loins and blood-belief.

and as sudden as October sun,
you will rebloom from every pore
and bleed from
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`thetaoofchaos Mar 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
love the close. our bodies tell us when we're acting insanely, don't they?
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*beeinthebottle Mar 19, 2012   Writer
:heart:
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*AlecBell Oct 22, 2011
Very resonant
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*beeinthebottle Oct 22, 2011   Writer
Thank you. :)
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*AlecBell Oct 23, 2011
:iconyoureverywelcome:
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*LancelotPrice Oct 21, 2011
And the arthritis of the psyche's desires makes the unbending all the more painful.
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*beeinthebottle Oct 21, 2011   Writer
I know a good med for that, but the pain still leaks through.
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*LancelotPrice Oct 22, 2011
Yes, that's always the case with meds; the problem still remains.
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~XTRQS Oct 15, 2011
Fantastic!
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*beeinthebottle Oct 16, 2011   Writer
Thank you. :)
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