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Gas-Station Story

Gas Station Story - R&R Ramblings

The window stopped being see-thru

 when she closed her doors and her aching bones became the doorstop.

The battered ballerina wept with stolen soulful blinded eyes,

stuck in a faceless insanity spin

she searched for salvation

 off this merry-go-round’s masquerade of madness. Continue reading “Gas-Station Story”

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The House of Hurt

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I was once this country mouse in a big city house

blending in by wearing masks of tusks and feathers.

It’s where we’d met, smoking sunflowers, Continue reading “The House of Hurt”

Sin’s Soulmate

Sin's Soulmate - R&R Ramblings

He

Was the demon at the steering wheel

on our detour to reshape the gates of hell.

I, impatient with passion,

was shadow chained to his sin.

With a halo of fire, nails carved symbols Continue reading “Sin’s Soulmate”

Mirrored

Mirrored - R&R Ramblings

Was she

worth knowing

the beautifully tragic

miming merriment faker

riding her own merry-go-round

silently suffering for her showground crowd Continue reading “Mirrored”

Sea-Found

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I was

sliding over sand

in an upturned seashell

like a lighthouse tossed into the midnight sea, Continue reading “Sea-Found”

Life’s Detour

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It was a gravity crashing,

 star crushing,

 kind of morning

as a kaleidoscope of spinning planets Continue reading “Life’s Detour”

Indebted Luck

Indebted Luck - poem about debt

I know it’s somewhere I shouldn’t be

pawning away my heart

on a secret sidelined spending spree.

But I’m over waiting for that break in traffic

to re-order my life in a closed-up drive-thru. Continue reading “Indebted Luck”

Finding Lost

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days lost

as a recycled relic

alive behind jigsaws of glass & brick

just shifting mortar in this dead man’s dance

where the rabid rabbit is trapped in a clockwork spiral

where the tick  crawls on that walled clock of damned denial Continue reading “Finding Lost”

Closed Gate

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              It used to be… Continue reading “Closed Gate”

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