Monthly Archives: November 2015

Your Curse

You’re my blessing and
I’m your curse.
From life to life
And verse rehearsed.
I’ve followed you
For all it’s worth
And torn you from
A sacred birth.
Your luck has gone
From bad to worse.
I’m not a haunting,
I’m your curse.

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Astray

Innocuous faults slip sideways down cooler springs.
Remembrance of thoughts slide headlong to deeper dreams.
It’s not the same,
When yesterday could have torn open its fray.
Things always change,
When head and heart find each other astray.
Lost is the name.
With a darkness so ingrained
And a heartache so deep,
The cracks in the walls
Are lined up to repeat
Dreams.
The meadowlark sings on her weary heartstrings.
Change.
The walls of the sick man forever deranged.

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