On the dotted line

Taking a step back to where that time began too far and you’ll lose sight of the thing that you look for, sometimes it’s under your nose or it’s over and out there are no guarantees the kaleidoscope jigsaw that turns on in your mind where the grinding emotions conspire, to love, to dismiss, to…

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Lookalike

Everybody’s looking like Dillinger, Dylan, god willing I ain’t. shoot at me with your anarchy and the bullets echo inside of me, does he look like Capone? Dr. Higley, hailed from Smith County, wrote ‘My Western Home’ on the range, are you singing it now?…

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Selfie stick

You, have got to be kidding me go back to ’83? not in my worst dreams ’83 is no longer in my vocabulary, I used to be a man about town gadding here and there, but I’ll spare you the details suffice to say, rails are not the things to go off, but I went…

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Media 4

Socially awkward some might say backward and not known to be forward at all, yet the fall and the rise of the sun in his eyes showed a picture of who he really was…

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Daguerrotyped

        The colour’s seeping out of me sepia’s seeping in my hair is falling out and my eyesight’s growing dim I’m getting thin too.   Age is just apparel that I wear the more I wear the less the flair.   There was a time some years ago that this was a…

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The last soldier

Put me on Blu-Ray, send me to Iraq track me on radar or let me go free. I’m jumping the borders disorder, confusion you leave me no choice but to change standing orders and disappear without trace. Avril stands watching as I start dissolving, the fog in the mirror is that really me? but I’ll…

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More reflections

..as if the coat itself ugly at being worn bulged at the pockets torn by the wind, a felt collar felt like hard luck lead. Red buttons to ply into holes far too small as if the coat itself had grown tall as I grew into it. As if the coat itself was me…

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