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watching hands

dizzy face

days become shorter

twisting the night away

locked in thought

dread in mind

hand in hair

twisting the night away

cross-eyed ruining

the straight line walk

idea just passing

or flashing

yellow slow down

take a good look

at what's all around

realize luck

drawn lines in sand again

once a week beach trips

as summer came and went

too fast not forgotten

night like this

always bring

out the stories

like earthworms on the driveway

after the rain

now I live on a hill

they will all slide into the mud

as the sounds of the night

get stranger each day

my Bible reading friends

came by again today

this time no one

was home to witness

and I just don't understand

their angle

truly care for I

am on my own spiritual

path which is constantly changing

like wind knocking down dead wood

nothing concluded...

horizontal

trapped by the dark
of this day
cold behind the eye
drives pain to work
at four thirty
waiting in the morning
feeling like a curse
not a cure
makes the mind
pace in circles
not back and forth
not a normal pace
too fast trapped
in the dark of the day
behind blinds
that become horizontal
bars but when does security
and protection become
paranoia and fear the throbbing
pain horizontal bars pounding
the inner eye
twisted words like those
on a glob of silly putty
or those in a cruel joke
only one took serious
maybe that's how the sword
pierced the eye
right through like a kabob
directions out of the fog
hanging daily morning over
the field before sunrise
wouldn't know it with all the clouds
trapped by the dark
of the day confined mind comfortable
on the horizontal cushion
confused by how many direction
the race becomes no point
running around in circles
with broken scissors...

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off the scale

into the reality

of the weight or wait

in anticipation

nothing concluded

at times

can't keep the eyes

open long enough

the thoughts flow

on and on

ten months from now

in Crestone

or twenty-eight

years ago

in this very spot

he sits amazed

at the history

of the table

beneath his book

line after another

the night air could

tell a thousand

tales or more if anyone listened

they would hear

tonight's opera

in the city in October

the sky is extra black

and stars are visible

amidst the city lights

nothing concluded

watching

as the hands spin

on the face

through the window

nothing concluded...