Drops of Some Far Away Planet

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my finger hovers
over the skip button
but i keep the song on
because it reminds me of
something once felt
and now that i dream of
a sunspot room and
incense and the
filled upedness of
days lost in the pages of
something bigger than myself

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Brick

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Brick is the eye

of the beholder

Brick the coffeehouse facade

in Trendytown

lit by orb lamps

and succulents

Brick the closed factory

the wires laid bare

entwined to fresh canvas

of graffiti’d air

Brick the messenger

that flies straight through

the window of
his grandfather’s home

Brick the college town

and abandoned steeple

the famous band

and the show

they played

Brick the builder

clay and shale

bent and pressed

then fired

Brick the memorial

lasting and durable

eternal the way

memories are not

Brick the rowhouse

the color of rust

and jobs and puddles

left by black boys

Brick the feeling

of sinking
at the bottom

of it all.

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Shame

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Shame
lives with me
she eats my breakfast (or
doesn’t)
she carries my hands in her pockets
loose change spent (or
discarded)
she wanders my mind's grocery aisles
always looking, never choosing
wasting (time) she
lingers like the overdue books
i never get to reading
she watches with me (always)
the Monument sky turn black
grips me assured (and
tight)
the promised creep of night
she tucks me in
to my bed of days. weeks. months.
she awakens me
to a bloodshot sunrise
she eats my breakfast (or
doesn't)

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