Drifts in the wind

Not anything now or maybe just maybe a smudge on the horizon or more likely some dust speck on a screen. I’ve seen tomorrow in her eyes when filled with sorrow and it looks a lonely place, but even as I speak today my own two eyes can’t look away at what is sure to…

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Foxhole

I am quite sure thatI’d be safer and somewhat securesomewhere in Siberia. but here we stay and by ‘we’ as if you didn’t know,I mean me and that’s because I’m awkward anddon’t want to go, phew,never knew I knew thatbut now I do. but this,this,this is like breathing in static electricityworried all the time that…

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Lights on

Getting it down Staring at the stop signthe clock set to the right timethe light should be on green to gobutit’s Wednesday and we know thatit’s a neither here nor there dayand for someit’s a bad hair day, a how did Iend up here day,sohalfway through the week I laywaiting for the lights to change…

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