Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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The first days in a new sky
The worst and most uncomfortable
When missing Sirius
When missing Orion
When the twins no longer say good morning and goodnight
Sitting under the light the night is far away
His brightness should be enough I shouldn’t stray
Yet I find myself wandering still
Seeking other lights under his glow
Does he seek my wanting?
Does he seek my loving?
Even now over my shoulder
He’s found his way onto the screen
Blinding me backwards
Stubbornly reaching my eyes despite my about face
Sol though Sol
My daylight companion
One
And then millions
Can’t you hear their chorus?
Does your light shine too bright to see them?
Do you recognise
Do you see the lights?
In daylight I still know they are
They are
If they aren’t they will be
Somewhere a swan a bear a spoon
I’m dreaming of winter skies
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Bore does that which old men wrote in closed rooms with inked quills
Old words stolen whence in histories lost the crime is overlooked
Greatness in theft
Greatness in deception
Greatness in repetition
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Star light star bright
The first star of the night
Arcturus shines as the waning light
Plucks the starlight into sight
The nose of the bear stretches across the sky
The first night’s stars to meet the eye
Turns waiting Eastward to try
To get the first look at the moon
Whose fullness will be rising soon
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People who get me
But how easy am I to get?
How many of the secrets I never say paint their way into a dark canvas, covering the colour and dissolving them?
How can I be sure what is temporary what is real?
All I see is the right now
But my panicked, tired, mind
Shows me horrors from tomorrow
It’s just a day away
Yesterday’s gone along with the feeling of feeling known
I remain unknown
Darker feeling creeping in underneath the tapestry created by
Shooting smiles all around
This thick black ink I cannot escape
Slowly drinking the colour away
Right beside you
Another day
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The light of the day fades out through the sky
Pulling night pulling night
The cry of the unwatered plants
The starving greenery
The parched burches and pines
Ever green
Until the drink fades
The air crisp and clear
The stars bright and slowly poking pin pricks out of the darkening above
Yet yes here we find again
No rain no rain
Dear sky
No dear sky
Please
Please
And the chorus sings on
Where has all the water gone?
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I said I’d let a homeless man sleep on my couch
I did
What now?
I stand outside my house
Trying to convince myself that I’m just chain smoking
I can’t look at it
Can’t see most of it
I
Care very deeply for this person and there is
A certain self exile in it
I could be over there proactively fixing it
Instead I choose to be overwhelmed
Merely my own self failure to not notice the inconvenience of being homeless
Now I’ll stand motionless wishing for it to get better
Watch the wheel spin
What a time
What a time