Exhausted

 Exhausted

Night of restless sleep
Broken by nightmares and sounds 
That keep me awake...

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See it

See it

On the count of three 
Hold your breath and close your eyes, 
Think: Your dream fulfilled.

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A win is a win

A win is a win

I scan my ticket, 
"This ticket is a winner!"
A whole twenty bucks...

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Pick me up

Pick me up

Afternoon coffee,

sits in my cup but briefly
desperately gulped. 

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Father to Father

 Father to Father

I heard him before I saw him.
Turning, he waddled to me slowly
as if burdened by his own heartache,
and mournfully gave another honk,
sad and low.

At my fee he sat,
and stared up at me.
Was he after bread?
Answers?
The voice of a friend?
I could only offer one.
I knelt down,
showing my hands,
free of blood,
empty of bread.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Sad and slow.

He bowed his head briefly,
as if in understanding,
or perhaps his own sorrow.
I took my hat off 
and bowed my own in return.
A prayer to Juno
that he and his mate,
wherever she may be,
make it through
this heartache and pain,
whispered.
Sad and slow.

Two fathers,
one in mourning,
the other in sympathy,
sitting together
in a broken and unforgiving world,
sad and low.

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Hopium

Hopium

I am an addict:
Reality cut with Hope
lets me limp along...

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The Abyss

The Abyss

Ideas, morphed to words, 
ripped from my soul and published
to silent masses.

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