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For the likes of this lad

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Stone bone weary sadness buckles my days  stumbles my nights

No use dreaming like I just done did again never

Learnin’  sunshine days visit  but never stay

For the likes of this lad

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Wounded hearts bleed from wounded souls starving still

Love’s last chance offered by splayed fingerhands breaking

The sweat stained life’s killing habits leaves only darkness

For the likes of this lad

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Warm sun mornings hint dreams worth dreaming

Muscled legs standing back straightens tears wiped clear

Birds sing jewels into the morning air joyous

For the likes of this lad

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Leavin’ no song unsung poem unread dream undreamed

Leavin’ no hug  no kiss  no touch unfelt

Leavin’ no chance untried no love unloved no breath undrawn

For the likes of this lad

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Corner Boys

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Hanging with my corner boys, staying back from yesterday’s noise, remembering the sad damp taste of the flesh on flesh of broken souls, fractured hearts, all scattered dust across pavement and garbage pail dreams.

Hanging with my corner boys, saying Rabbit, brother, get the fire stoked, the colds working our bones. The Kingdom of Willie and Joe moves on waves of ripple and wine, sad songs of broken times.

Hanging with my corner boys, waking this day to that dream just gone. In this day now, new dreams on the table. But the light cast by the Kingdom of Willie and Joe, warms me still and helps light the way.

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That is All

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Who am I to claim notice now?
Am I more then Dickinson
Van Gogh and others?
I am not more
Only the same

And that is all

I am here now always
To move the pen who
Turns me loose
On the page
In the open

And that is all
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