white noise

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sorry i haven’t been here
for
m o n t h s
  w e e k s
     d a y s

sorry i had gone 
       all s i l e n t

      *

did i not have 
any verses to w r i t e
any s t o r i e s to tell ?

i was in the process
of l i v i n g
them

blocking this
w h i t e  n  o i  s  e
inside my head

      **
did i not have 
any verses to w r i t e
any s t o r i e s to tell ?

/ o killing silence! /

sorry i haven’t been here
for
m o n t h s
  w e e k s
     d a y s

      *

fuzzy verse

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Sleepy days and
blooming nights —
f i e l d s 
drying out
of fine 
c o f f e e

A nice, slow sip,
tasting some
fancy b e a n s —
a fragrant future 
drawn on my
bitter e s p r e s s o

I stole a puff 
blowing some faint
s m o k e verse —
but your tired eyes
wouldn’t read
f u z z y letters

S l o w words, fake rain,
dripping on
h o p e f u l grass —
some shattered glass
Spilling red ink
onto w e t  p a g e

On sleepy days,
I write a faint
smoke v e r s e —
Our fragrant future 
d r a w n on a
bitter espresso

liminal spaces

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/ forgetful
regretful
a mindful path of
multi-storied 
v  e  r  s  e  s /

                 searching
                 for liminal
            s  p  a  c  e  s

observing
those pondering
f  a  c  e  s

*

    . . .  o p p o n e n t s
       aware
          contenders—
       beware
             
      of those doubtful
         intentions
               unspoken
  d i s s e n t i o n s . . . 

sketched
on damp paper—
and never 
aired

*
/ forgetful
regretful
a mindful path of
multi-storied 
v  e  r  s  e  s /

                 searching
                  for liminal
            s  p  a  c  e  s

fierce like 
assonant
traces

you can
now 
view— 

though
I  n e v e r
b   a   r   e   d