Tag: Reflective

  • The Quiet Place

    I’m scared of silence.

    I don’t savor the nothingness,

    the emptiness of loudly, softly, being me

    in the converting violence.

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  • Dreams

    Have you ever dreamed a nostalgic dream

    about unreal people and an unreal thing,

    and it felt realer than your life that day,

    and your emotions frayed like wires that day,

    though it never really happened?

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  • Toilsome Tedium

    Toilsome tedium.

    Ad hoc ad nauseam.

    Only feeling numb,

    only full of helium.

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  • Pinewood

    There was a second

    where the world stopped in its tracks

    in the last place it should have stopped,

    a set of polished-oak booths

    for one across from one.

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  • when pigs flew

    and where were you

    and where was I

    when pigs flew

    and ruled the skies

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