crash

 

 

Just another band that lost its voice. Blunted by the repetition and intrusive recognition, stunted by the exposure, over and over, it was the backlash that lasted, and led to their crash.

 

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The Later

 It didn’t really matter, 

the chatter about the ladder, 

because Augie had gotten fatter 

and there was no way 

he was roof-bound 

as round as he had become. 

But dumb luck intervened 

and Augie, would see himself 

up to the challenge. 

But as the rickety ladder, 

creaking with spite, 

and as he climbed 

it didn't matter

but its protests went unheeded, 

and gravity wasn’t cheated 

as he reached the pinnacle, 

he realized 

"something wasn’t right..." 

just as the ladder shattered.

And yet, ironically Profound: 

Rotund men are right to try.

 

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The Blunder

 

Evan knew it was inevitable. His marriage splintered like a foregone conclusion gone asunder, as he blamed himself and not the other, it was too much to ponder, his fault, his blunder, so he packed up his things and moved away yonder, leaving those left behind to question and wonder.

 

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AERIAL

 

 

There was a rift between them,

but this rift, 

it was 

  shifting

     splitting

            swiftly

            ..apart

 breaching 

beaching 

and bleaching

…you know -   

like Harlow

the icon

wasted away… 

the hollow one­­­

not the real one

the hollow one­­­

 

 

This is real Camille.

As real as it comes

but you must reveal

Passions, inside

Revealed wide

In graceful glide

An Aerial ballet

into your life

And feel free

...please allow me

To flow 

with your tide

along for the ride

  

 

 

 

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The Station

 

Emmitt missed the train again. It was not an unusual occurrence. He had a sizeable stretch run to make the 4 o’clock from his location of employment to the station of departure, and any delay would be most troublesome. But, today was fraught with delays and he was resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t make it. He was correct in assuming so, but he did make the attempt, if for no other reason than to condition himself for the sprints yet to come. But at the station, winded and wheezing, chest burning, he came to the realization that there would be no more futile sprints. This would be his last day playing this here-to-fore never-ending game because today it came to an end. Life as he knew it. Here no more.

 

 

 

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VAGRANTS

 

They were characters in a play

 never meant to be that way,

­­confused by reality,

 and consumed

 by the roles they play

 when the play is over

 they remain 

like feral 

vagrants

lingering 

on an 

empty 

stage

 

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