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My mother’s shoes
I wear your soles now,
step out on your heel
and point to the future
in your old leather toes…
Blood is in the air
Blood is in the eyes
Blood is in my tears
When you see me cry
A rosebush of calm
A shrub of rest
A plant of good
And trees of soft
Tonight the stars are worried. They know what’s coming tomorrow. They know the sound that will be born…
When I’m gone
Who will be there to say my name?
I’m alone
The top is the loneliest place
If in some future heaven
I could slide into a red-vinyl booth
In the corner of an empty diner
And watch The King spoon sugar into his coffee…
I usually can predict what people choose
And she had seemed less lumpen than the run
Of those who shop here, rarely untattooed…
I am a dying star
My heart is collapsing
And I am about to explode
My death will bring about the end of life
For I am the giver of life
And nothing will save my children now
But do not feel bad for me
My death will bring life as swiftly as it ends it
Countless civilisations created of my remains
Everything must eventually cease to exist
And I breathe my last breath
In a flash of light it all ends
Damn human frailty!
I’m leaking
Should have done more Kegel
When everything was working.
Lost my libido somewhere
Years and miles away.
I feel frustrated
‘Cause I can’t read without my glasses.
Damn human frailty!
I can sense the ending.
‘Some day’ has lost any meaning
As that day might not arrive
And only Today is real,
Though even that is not sure-
Maybe today’s just a blip
Lost in Netflix and dirty dishes.
You bloom so elegantly yet patiently
Like bonsai beginning to find its roots
But you are still so delicate, filled with fragility
And when you decay the world loses a piece of itself too…
Hell.
A place I’ve grown to love or hate
I don’t know anymore
When you stay here long enough
You lose all that defines you to the very core…
I stare at the deep azure of the oceans
And they gaze back at me
The fish cry out with a dying breath…
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