Archive for November 12, 2018


dreams fade

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dreams fade …



dreams fade,


eventually slithering

into

pale fogginess.



years recycle years,


grinding down shellshocked lives.


merely more raw

fodder for the beast.



oh but not hope!

hope persists.


hope scalds mercilessly,

jabbing at

the

core.


hope twists knives,


a

teasing

constant

ache.


hope!


the very ache

that

assures me,



that,


i


am


alive …



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M A S Q U E R A D E …




waltzing,

arms interlocked,


palpably frigid,

eyes opaque,


unseeing,

willfully oblivious,


tucked away,

from the reverberations of sin,


lost in the glossy haze,

adrift,

afloat,


on winged dreams of tin,


sold,

bartered,


for a glimpse,

of the promise,


of better days,


leaving behind this sorry charade,


giggles galore,

as the booze flows,


drowning the dead,

unravelling the uncouth,


lying just beneath the veneer,


of this numb masquerade …

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