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…and other poems
I released a collection of my poetry! Self published and available right now. Thanks to all who have read and supported my work. To hear me chat about it, interviewed by my girlfriend and partner, check out the newest episode of my podcast, The Poets. To many more poems, yet to be written.
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soft thing
you’re just this soft thingall earth between fingersall lips to neck breathingall mist on skin in the morninggolden light, wandering eyes drawn backto watch the skyand feel the earth breathing
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if only
into focus come wallsno…curtainssteady nowthere is laughterbut no mouthsgo on; walkstumble, eventhe lights not so brightcast shadowsgathered behindhopingif only, if onlythere is softness waiting
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not like us
kneel and bowbend and swaythe music swellsand the curtain fallsto hide what happens herewe’re not ashamedno no no no no no no no…….but the uninitiated might seethe might… misunderstandnot like younot like usand not like HimHe told me there was something special about youthere now, see?sit, ghostlyand listen closeor you might miss it
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to god
I don’t care about golden hallsI’m not impressed by your throneor the crown you made for yourselfwhat about that deserves worship?I want my gods limpingconfused, lostand desperate for knowledgeI want a god who’s forgottenthey’re a godwho may find among rushesa congregation to abandonto ignore and leave behindfor a need to walk onthe fooland the hanged…
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arboreal
you make me want to climb treesand read the storiesyou wrote there for me to findin the lines of the barksecret calligraphies you paintedwith moon dustand the last fallen leavesof autumn
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winter
who finds warmth herewood smoke in hairand in the breaths between wordstied to the same driven plowwe till fertile fieldswhere roots and bonesburrow together……if only wintercould be another wordpassed between us
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it is
again slipping to a dropit’s…ideas of edges that hold me it’s…warmth dissolving essenceinto cups aligned and overflowing it’s…lost on shallow breathsclose nowto something like ignition it’s…ashes awaiting companions it’s….
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all hallows desecrated
veiled, she walksleft where she ground bone to dustI lieall hallows desecrated by her touchI, among the relicsin my placesubside
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like waking
like waking on a gray morningknowing the sun will scatterbehind shreds of cloudwill find itself encapsulateda thousand thousandfacets of a breaking stormyou came with the windover fallow landsdragging the night behind youwith songs for the deadon your lipsnow and thenstooping to pick flowersand the river beside yourushed awayin search of the sea
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strange gods
it crossed my mind todaya bird, given food at randomwill ascribe importanceto any behavior which occurred just before it received the foodit will repeat the behaviorin hopes of receiving more……strange gods demand worshipat plastic altarsand when winter comesthe bird may in bliss fly southwardsinging incomprehensible songs of miracles
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leviathan
it’s dead alreadyfloatingcarried by momentumleviathan driftinga broken thingin silhouetteagainst the sun
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Mitchel David Ring 