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This drip-feed

of distortion

and subtraction leaves

malnourishment

as salvation.

Tear the IV

from the vein

and worship

kindness

because these lives

are fragile

as standing water.

Robert J. W.

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My sword

is the connections

I've made

to others

and myself.

I hold it high

and breathe in,

knowing I

stand tall

in the face

of the villain

that scratches within.

Robert J. W.

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Lush tufts of fur sprouting in his ear hole

Joints hankering for titanium

Dream driving the car Plunging through an ultimate grey

On the edge of expiration a phantom breeze from childhood reminds him of soft sweet hummingbird songs

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Allow me to rake

the compost

from my heart

and soak it

in candle wax.

I burn

and I

slither through pain,

always contorting

into a renaissance

on the other side.

Robert J. W.

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The specter of progress

churns in my guts.

I could have been

so much but

I'm reduced to

a breathless poet,

writing apocalypses

with line breaks and

hope between the letters.

Robert J. W.

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Odd World

...

We are in an odd world.

I itch to smile at its colors But some days they are blurred;

Mixing together, smearing mud Across a body we experience Then escape once—

Not more, only once, But for now the assortment of shades And hues are beyond our control While we stay.

Perhaps it's how it's meant to be—

A striking display,

Appealing one day But grotesque after steps are taken.

Maybe it's okay to walk backward To recall the familiarity—holding off What is unknown and unseen.

But the odd world won't wait forever So at some point we must walk.

Even if mud stains our clothes.

...

Andi Leigh 04/21/2024

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The hospital beds

give my will

to a sunset

and the night

resembles a thief

pickpocketing glory.

Robert J. W.

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The leaves were sparse

The ones which soon,also

Will fall to the branches of

The trees...

They were brown and wrinkly

Before and after they eddy

Down...Abseiling

with the occasional wind

Like the invisible rope ... red flowers

Too follow to the ground, because

There's a bougainvillea tree.

What is visible is nearby

Like pollen, allergen dust,

Had cleared up all affectations

From the sun ...no blue skies, or molds of cumulus, stratus, or cirrus,to sail

The sky, from dawn to dusk of evening.

Except,

The birds still weave

Thro the bald crowns and air...

But so friendlike, their vocative -tweets.

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Pondering depression, I

feel for the end

of the emptiness

yet my head

is held high

because I know

the sunflowers will grow

in my fingerprints.

Robert J. W.

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The Hours unyoked themselves like chariots off to war - there is nothing sweet left, every tenderness has been violated every fantastical thought - of dragon, wand, or wing - is gone the world has belittled us, pried open like the heart's thousand eyelids forced to watch its own upheaval already I see the bones peeking out from our thinning flesh another name is lost to an insurmountable past, will time take even the memory of love? the phantom of hours spent wading the black waters murked by hook and plague and story life, put your hand in my hand, the horses run wildly onwards - they stampede the pine needles of my childhood into mud, no one will remember the worms they go to feed

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What will keep us alive

this time?

We share trauma

like a picnic

and the grass

is dead as a needle.

Looking back

at the epitaphs

of parents

and dreams, we

kiss under the rainbow.

Maybe we'll survive.

I hope you do.

Robert J. W.

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