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moontree

With harvest moon comes bloated joy
Contentment on its highest peak,
My basket full of ripened dreams
Of desires picked and trees stripped bare.

When come the full moon night,
barren trees and worn out dreams
The basket lighter than the wind,
Empty but filled with anxious want.

With new seeds contentment dies
burns a hole in wooden weave,
Weight of unheeded prayers
Leaves behind a desperate stench.

Forgotten are the good and fulfilled,
I launch onto another road,
In shoes made from leftover gold,
Winter gone and Spring arrives.

With grass moon comes bloated joy
Contentment on its highest peak,
My basket full of ripened dreams
Of desires picked and trees stripped bare.

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Restless fingers
scoop:
miles of marked soil ahead,
Have we wandered the same direction?
have we crossed paths again?
I see your footsteps–
those sneakers always lasted long,
never knew they’d be so deep,
I follow,
steady beats with rhythmic cause,
I reach–
your fruits were always ripe,
painted cherries,
ruby gold skins,
poison,
I never stood a chance       did I?
Parameters drawn
unaltered, stern
pallid walls,
I’ve never seen the inside
where supposed gold
sat upon your head.
What a view that would be:
how empty a miser grows.

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There are always those more qualified;
Joe next door
never licked a single shoe
unopened polish–
sold to you.

Life, always full of failed attempts,
remember Jill,
she ain’t alive like this–
unsealed butter
hardened by air.

Can’t even breath what isn’t yours,
leftover coins,
gobbled up like petty thieves,
what’s your alibi?
Fatal lapse.

The finish line beyond 20/20 sight,
squinty little eyes,
What do you see–can you see?
black cauldron burning,
bloody hell.

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I detest frailty,
Delicacy an art, but feebleness a sore,
dependence a canker,
a cage.
Can the name Success be given,
those who sleep past noon.

Courtly gestures of mind-blowing dreams,
only barriers around an exhausted life.

I exhaust myself,
hands burnt on sizzling sand dunes,
engulfed by the need to breathe–
Is it not my right?–
nomadic wishes for the obligated few,
Let me walk alone.

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