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Regret

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There is a grief like a shadow that follows me around

I’ve seen it when the sun shines, even when the sun goes down

Once followed me to a country lane, trailed me back to town

Dare I turn to rid this dark cloud, dare I even start around

The shadow lifts as smoke from a burning cigarette

So close I come to think that maybe I can forget

Like O. Henry’s thieves trapped in their own net

This grief holds me ransom in the name of regret

 

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Supposition In the Language

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Oh damn, how he hurt me

While the drumbeat of desire pounded into my brain

He lost the rhythm;

 

All that remained floated in a detergent bubble

Blow it away – too late, it burst onto my flesh

And his, and hers, and theirs;

An attempted cleansing upon the landscape

 

Trouble digs with a plastic fork, splintering,

Hitting stone; eat the gleanings

Suffer not the innocent,

But the guilty

 

Let the ransom of two indebted hearts purchase

All that remains – starvation may ensue

 

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A Fragile Pirate

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Sailing ship used for transportation

She’s come undone, in that way women do

      when the light has left the day and
    she’s had a drink or two.

She’ll unsheathe a dull sword on memories,

    broken destinies and unwanted sympathies.

Nothing can soothe this grief,

      a shot of bourbon withholds relief,
    coursing down her throat its warmth is too brief.

Tears cannot fall from eyes of lies,

    bitterness bound, even though she tries

Dammit! Must she seek approval to live her own life?

Bottoms up, one more to find that drunken shore,

    release her sails for a land of plenty

Her treasures aren’t in things or diamond rings

    or men whose promises are empty.