5 p.m. - A woman
pushes her child
against the light
oblivious
to traffic & despair.
Darkness twists
in the garbage at her heels.
Every step
forward.
The joy
of man's desiring
cries
at the shock of
exhaust.
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Edge of Sleep
Slipping
into that space
between comfort
and dreams
down
where
words eat themselves
and drop their silence
in
blanket-less
hope
we touch.
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In the long sleep
her beauty
becomes noise.
He will not
wake and pierces
his eardrums --
refuses
the language of lips.
Hold this captured bird
and believe
the heart trembles
with love.
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A Lost Voice
Beneath
the wounded sky
beyond
light & refracted dreams
you whispered truths
fester
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A.M. Volume
Metal stairs
still echoing
with the smell of coffee
and cast-off conversation.
I struggle up behind
the accoutrements of my
trade -
laptop
pager
cellphone
and 10,000 people
who cannot
hear me.
They all smoke
at the edge of ease.
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