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| photo by EJR © |
the stolen in twos parse language police thought crime
time a gain of perspective, class and place, weight came
to know knocking boots too momma's oh goddess-ing
she has knelt every open window
to see if she can feel
if prayer, in the air, flare kites where
any selfish one unmasks
way back there, revision is
a calamitous flock, frock ware
what wears thins
regard for your hunger
same game greed bleed
departed start light star light
dusty shard fight clans, knives in the rain
is life reach thirst began, a beg and
bones never knowing what death was about
is this the bliss we followed to fallow
or what we fell for before we painted doors
to look like what we'd reach for again
at the end of something
we could never see to feel soon enough
something that always got to our senses
something to be for
something before
wisdom
came to take its toll
crag and more stories to fill the quiet, a gain
again saying momma's name
this game
of memory
and bargained soul
by the window
a single tear, wells
falls down my cheek
imma profile
a shadow above
from down
on the street
a silhouette
a lamp lit alm
a pit lap ma'am
pierce flesh
tiny holds
stealing in
here we
me myself and i
hear where
eyes reflect
passion past shuns
mentions, passing
things needing now
though never wanting
to let go
what bubbles
bubbles
toil, troubles and spits
ways, tells, views
how we might
feel, birds, music
paradise
some things, lost
wanted back
EJR ©
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