Stuck Between

a dog barks
and you don't even realize
your leg lifts
as if the noise were your true North
and your leg nothing but the rising of dawn
as it always was
meant

the entrance of the sun
into a darkness you have assimilated
as the beginning of each day

what can you do with a sun
you cannot capture?

You shield your eyes.

Wake up and smell the coffee...

Between heavy lid
and the clench against dawn
there is the scent
of something waking
from denial
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This year has been a silent film
emotions flickering and exaggerated
for lack of a voice.

I've run them through the centrifuge
and separated the head from the heart
the will from the way
the duty from the will
and found myself wanting, as for years now
I have

Are you coming around?
Can you see beyond all that we crafted
to all that was meant?

There is a shadow
long and gray as a nameless street through my responsibility
it limps along on three wheels
only one of which is inducted.

That wheel keeps turning
strong and dedicated as ever
and for that, we go in circles.
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Sanctity

He said,
"I could be your friend"
and the emotions ran like a faucet
too heavy with the labour of it's waters.

I suppose this weight is necessary,
otherwise relationships would be the castoff hankies
of the first shed tear.
And so we hang on, for each other
for the sanctity of it all.

Shit.
I never was sanctimonious.
But I sure tried.
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Inability

If I could turn a dime towards the sun
I would.

But you see,
I have no hands,
and we've lost face.