After A Long Time, A Poet

Vintage Words


Clocks have been lying

for months now since words

stopped and hearts wept. So,

here you are again, after

leaving on perilous words

addressing the inability

to see.


Prayers went like this: Please

let him write again and post

a poem and say that life is

in the living.


Faithfully believe a return

will happen. So, here you

are, feisty and ready to tell

the word-world what giving

the finger really means.







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Miss him prayers sent  Soul

Miss him

prayers sent 

Soul song sung 

My wonderful twisted  bro

The words in silence hung

To where have you run?

My napkin sits folded 

But I just want to crumple it up 

And aim for the trash can

But I can't 

There are no words.

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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The Twisted Bro

He rocks and yeah, I can't wait for his return. We're two of his & he's one of us :D -slc