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~The Meeting Place~ I am the age now of my father as I first remember him.   His face is on me and I hold the same position. That music is his and wave of hair not mine I am caught in a cyclical time. That shamrock breath and hands to skip rocks those pained eyes that never forgot. Smile line and stubbled chin a posture that won't let people in. I am him. As I remember, quick breath upon an ember. The jumping flame and rolling bark a freewill craving an exclaimed spark. And I am now, the same age as he when once he used to hold me. My smile wide as his used to be there is no separation between him and me. Whose ha

~The Weight~ That weight that weighs upon her that image of the grade 12 brush cut boy who swooned girls with no words at all. but that weight which won women wavered his trust in love that weight; a great debate in his mind of who really did love the likes of his kind that boy who saw and thought song whenever he saw a wrong and took it on that boy who knew that the real world was love and that vision is not all it's comprised of. That boy knew a love so hot it burned and turned like a whale in a sling and with no water to swim that whale how could that whale sing? A master of guilt and a keeper of time he knew just when his opp

~Ever Gone~ Drinking down dark red oblivion to get that hot feeling back to dizzy himself to forgetting that there is no going back Those cards have faces which reappear and those faces cannot be trusted with each passing year those stained teeth are locks hopelessly rusted. If a chain is only as strong as that link that's been broken and if a relationship can be annulled by a feeling that's been spoken then love has clearly not been awoken and will need a louder bell because love is a beast that raucously feasts on a heaven greater than hell. Love doesn't let a day fade away nor long to be free day after day nor wish of a life

~Autumn~ Blast of wind Sweet with fallen leaves Exhilarating Crisping the aftertaste of summer. Trees layout multicoloured carpets to warm the shiver. Wind slides between teeth cold silken breath curls away. Distant sun crystalizes the atmosphere, Electroplating hanging leaves silver, platinum. Diamond shine sparkles winter's cuffs. Flowers blow, branches rattle, moons yellow. Deciduous skeletons, tombstone bushes, granny apple faces Skidding leaves. Pumpkin thieves Empty suns and howl moons. Crows murder, morning doves haunt, grass grows silent. Windows board. Screens bump bump bump Cigarettes thicken, goose bumps quicken,

~The Sleepless Mind~ The sleepless mind is edgy Abnormal It has seen you all while vulnerable. It watched the sky darken as slow as you danced in the deep, deep blue. It saw the dark set in and stick to the trees And freeze like teeth. It peered through the tiny square holes In the screen                  to the streetlight gleam, little stream of light bright enough to fit through the square holes of a screen.                 Then, just Long Enough like a drawn out huff A yellow haze begets the blue. Pale blue, to a beige haze made brown seem brown and grey seem duller than                             Grey.       Chirpi

~The Kreepy Krauly~ The Kreepy Krauly gives me the heebeegeebees. Its quick tempo ticking Its dead worm sucking Its gyroscopic bobbing Its click, click, clicking Its Manta Ray gliding As the Summer goes sliding away. Its ribbed edges are now zipping While my hand-over-hand hauling is dragging its body against the side of the pool. Like a twisting eel, This manufactured water snake flips around Spurting water while spilling out its innards And suffocating on the prickly lawn. Like an unwanted trophy, It now hangs unceremoniously in a cold garage With its mouth gaping Silently screaming For the return of the Summertime feel

~Day Dreaming~ As a child sitting under the slide I found that summer park feeling. The slide's cool shadow On hot wood and its oil-treated thickness. A drift of sand, dry and dusty. The kick of pebbles. I could plunge my hand into the rounded rocks The cold rolled up my arm. Playful screams everywhere ~He's gonna catch me! ~She's gonna kiss me! No danger, but excitement. The high-pitch squeal of Bare skin on the slide overhead. The Whoosh of track pants on the way down And the thump thump thump Of Converse running up again. Always distant mowers humming. Dogs barking. The thwack thwack of Tennis balls on a brick wall.

~The Magician Musician~ Between the rows of battered houses Music scurries along the walls And eves troughs On conversations and ivy With the pitch of caterwaully And of wheezing inhalations. Children drop their jacks And lose their marbles all at once, The town is Breathing. Hearing without seeing they flock to the roadside And strain their eyes to hear Where The scattering music comes. The convenience of it all, the Coca-Cola whining, the Alien singing The feeling of the roadside has changed. Small trucks, crawling Through the mesmerized faces as Music passes through their ears And eyes Focus on a man From whom the

~Rotation~ Another day out of the rain Another day amoung the sane. Minds reeling to unreel the real A spinning colour wheel, flashing blue, red, yellow and brown Bleaching the shades pulled over eyes. Despise the differences and see the light. Bright cigarette white and brown Turns glowing red, deadly black Tarring the living Suffocating the breathing Leaning to the din of death. Small and blue, spinning wheel Sparks yellow the night Light Invisible blue, invisible fire Mounds a cancerous funeral pyre. Bodies discarded Crushed under heel. Cell phones chirp Blazing a path to distraction Cell phones hurt Chirping the m

~AUTUMN MORN~ Leaves. Like so many dead, gather where the weak often fall. In a gutter, they watch as the decomposition process undertakes before death occurs. In the autumn mist the leaves watch as more are cast out from the source of which they have established their name and stature. The tree casts a blind eye towards the mounds and piles of leaves and In wild protest, Exuberant colors, screaming for attention    commit suicide. --Sean O'Mara