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Random Poem:

Soft days

* I’m on my time with everyone—
Now two years to the day—
Since the ambulance ride and cameras,
Broken mirrors—
élan vital! je m'en fous!
The unraveling of a soul—
bound by trophies and leashed to adrenaline
captured on a patrol car camera
such a strange envoi—
unintelligible rants stir only the afflicted
only those who’ve yet to succumb to reality—that absurd morpheme
existing only to inveigle and divide
the curtain call—now left behind
players play but part time,
but I—
such victims of our feral tragedy remain among the dead
but nature will have our revenge—
as such a crime to break a soul recoils
time will sift the chaff of words
so only the pure may resonate
and nurse the wounded of the fight;
with morning dew and invital  sun
Slowly redeeming themselves.
this time—the tide churning sand,
massaging into the mists of memory
the pains of that burlesque burnout so deeply branded
equilibrium prevails—reborn
now only the moon has eyes
As divine to share the sight
of HD-LCD spring showers—the metronome
(rapping on my tin roof)
Baby shag fields—
( a glistening, bosky-green oracle)
Like the old coloured man
with the sunlight for a smile
a sobering retreat—
soft days  in aged rocking chairs—
That favorite coffee stained mug
(held close with two hands)
days go by—
[that soft amber filter]
milky soft-beaten cotton—
nestles my face (the breasts of my envisioned Venus)
as shredded down rains from the ceiling
• slowly close my eyes
• fall back onto the mattress
to the rhythm of my grandmother,
stirring chicken soup

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