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FREIGHT TRAIN
My life is a freight train moving through the darkness too fast to catch but just slow enough that I keep running along the tracks as fast as I can arms outstretched to the rhythm of my life clicking by. … Continue reading
THE PIANO AT UNION STATION
THE PIANO AT UNION STATION In L.A.’s Union Station amidst the haunted leather Art Deco chairs stands a piano When I wait for trains I wait there Unknown Geniuses and Anonymous Songwriters Hipsters with their hipster hats Tin Pan … Continue reading
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HOW TO FIX A BROKEN HEART. I know you’ll deny it but I watched you knock it off its pedestal Now my heart lay in pieces on the ground I’m not shocked to find yours intact a scuff mark maybe … Continue reading
CEMETERY LIFE
CEMETERY LIFE I live my life in cemeteries names and dates- cold grave stone A wilted rose, a ribbon fades Here I kneel on my own I live my life in cemeteries candles burn and shadows thrown Pinwheels spinning in … Continue reading
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CLUTTER
CLUTTER We live cluttered lives in jars and boxes as we make our way through memories tied in yellow ribbons others burnt and crumpled swept into dark corners. We live cluttered lives of voices and noise straining to hear forgotten … Continue reading
SCENT MEMORY
SCENT MEMORY The scent of sweet peas through an open window or when I put cocoa butter on A watercolor sunset in the summer on a beach at Rincon A dozen red and yellow roses because I’m your lover and … Continue reading
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SHE IS GRAY
SHE IS GRAY She was always monotone gray slate gainsboro When she is near I feel the need of a shawl My vibrant colors startle her So she retreats She has asked me to hide my reds my greens my … Continue reading
