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Let me just exist as a smile

And certainty of love by sunshine.
When the winds converge with
Fists, let my arms and heart
Open wide again,
And again with understanding
Not ignorant bliss but what it is
You need and we need to move

Let me understand the roots so
I can reach toward the sky in an
Innocent love wishing to leave it
Behind and so last somehow
Copyright 2017


Incubus, Just A phase

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in a study of five long years I found

time is meaningless in its measure

necessary in its application

breaking down our movements

into boxes securing blindness

making dark a thing, like enemy,

dragging the cold along, and

light, like a wanderer, like lost love,

drives by your house slow ,in long slow

circles, never a thought of reaching the

porch steps.




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where are we here when truth

maelable like sivler
its value only point of view
can be made of straw, set to fire,
or mashed in bricks laid where we
step over the broken
in misery
it’s not the gun or the thought of the gun
that keeps me awake at night.
I’ll come back to that later.
I can take what I can take
so there, take down all the clocks
off your walls if you’re gonna push on numbers
for the white sleeved ones
make sure
make sure
Once I was just a dark shadow bursting into a Christmas tree
so my words are just ornament and in season
and I will do all the things that seasons do.
So will you.
LO there!!
re boota meh
what did the text you just got say?
Shortly after the i.v. sedative I said to the nurse
I know there are no guns here
so go get me a scapel right now
like now like jesus told you to do it.
I can’t recall the next thing.
I don’t think he is up there above the clouds,
more like on the wind and in the cold that
runs through you, still disappointed in his son
no doubt.
                                                                     From: Redacted: a fragmented journal
©2015 sunontiepost

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Where did my legs go this time?

perhaps, into the waters off Oahu,

Tiger sharks at my feet.


Tonight my loving wife and

my sweet mother won’t sleep

the machines will go beep beep beep.


Yes, count your friends

count them on one hand.

whenever you are ready.


This has been such a long siege.

swallowing pride, choking on pain,

do I really have to do this again?


Eric Clapton’s, “How Long Blues

plays again, I have washed myself up

to wreck, presently to be broken.


Whatever breaks was meant to be

broken. Who said that? Maybe me, I’m

too close to the floor now to write poetry.


This is gonna hurt!

My shoe!

Copyright2015  Sunontiepost*

*a penname*

Note:  Yes, #7 was supposed to be funny.

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Choke and swear

waving hands side to side,

just to get my message

past the blood-red tide

coursing in my veins, loosed from

collapsing rooms, that are dark with

dread, always pounding doom.


I come out from behind my eyes.

I can see you from ten feet high,

can’t come down till the

voice inside

says I’m the circle

not the line

drawn across my face

and time.

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