Before the Fall 6.16.23
“Missed Connection"
It takes just one moment, passed too soon
To become little more than a buffoon
Preoccupied with illuminating orbits
Should any one passerby call it quits
Stop, and stare for a while at starfall
Indulge in a bit of evening innocence et al
When did playing yield to hanging out
Is it truly so wrong as we age, to seek play - devout?
My hands, rope burned, failed to build a bridge
Outstretched over water that I spilled, did not encourage
Did not garner, nor garnish kind words exchanged
Such cruelty is the desire for numbers today, arranged
How many reruns of karma are to be endured?
Recreating fireflies, lightning-bugs and storms allured
Share words with me, and in doing so your spirit
Sweet breath, sugar water on my lips to hear it
How has fun been aged out of?
Less long days, and old folks that plays any kind of love
Fewer hands passing bills, passing change fewer coins
Westbound destiny reads a different manifest from Illinois
The stars don’t shine as bright on this coast,
Too many faces walk past the streets I’m haunting
Am I truly just a ghost?
Living truly is oh, so daunting
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Before the Fall 6.13.23
“Single Bedroom”
These beige walls bounce my whispered words
Only the ones, to myself, I say
I say…
If I squeeze
My eyes shut
Just hard and long enough
To finally see
For once, some color
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