2017 USA Noir
Reflections of shadows
lurk in 3am corners,
patient and persistent
in pursuit of paranoia,
manifest as shoulders
looked over ever after.
Naked Language
Words tumble out
and crawl around,
writhing together
without rhythms
where everyone
will see them tell
no eloquent tales
to lift themselves
from fierce orgies
of meaninglessness
into immortality
or even mindfulness.
Absent Love
Too many of ours
have been hours
spent alone.
Too many the days
in a daze
left bemused.
Too much in the past
two have passed
absent love.
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