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Circuitous but constant
Is the path of experience
All the lights go down and
A world opens up to someone
Who hasn’t been seen by others
As the beautiful monarch that they are

He took time to radiate that
Back to her from pictures on
Her walls to the voice of
Friendships from the past
Orchestrated by imagery that
Could last a lifetime

This turned into a reel of
Musical talent that needed to be
Protected and the scaffolding outside
Her home that her grandfather put in
Needed support

I began to help build things as
Some thinned concrete bricks were
Sliding away and the mud became purple
It was more like a work to build
Infrastructure that felt good in your hands
While you were doing it
A tetris catharsis

We knew there was only one way in
Everyone was getting older
She had a chance to guide them
The well was deep
The pit was narrow
She loved the water
Her life depended
On the right angle
To survive

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Hackneyed

She gave me stability
Whether it was right or wrong
Something to hold onto
A thing to fight out
I had no value for turmoil

If I had chosen differently
Would I not want this?
Is my singular existence
Less than what I pictured
For myself then or now?

As I walked forward
The pink sun kept going down
In flashes I could not keep up
I saw her face longer hair here
A spirit guide?
I’m not sure but I wanted to avoid her
Still she came towards me
Not the one that I was looking for

She noticed the fast diving
Pink sun into the sea as well

Then without refrain or warning
Threw her arm around my neck
And we were walking together
Not sure who she would become

Many footsteps first over
A security fence and then down
Down, down into a
Greyhound bus station
We watched a man push a table
Picnic style out into the courtyard
From inside but kept walking

Not our circus
We were still figuring ourselves out

Into the airport and her flight
Was conveniently the same as mine
So I invited her to my friends house
Where we fell asleep together
I awoke to a see her in
A much shorter afro
What a gorgeous shock

When had she time for a haircut!
No matter it looked nice

I found my music equipment and
Decided to play a song
Not long before a band had jumped in
To join me in the living room
But it was over too soon
I was nervous anyway
I play the piano not the guitar
Still I would try
But not before someone
Invited themselves
To take my amps

We started up a game of cards

Frustration settled in soon
When my surprise was my demise
She was leaving as expected
She made new friends
No new news there
And I would be holding back
To ponder and gestate
Feelings of despair

Somehow I knew this
All from the beginning
Standing in the overview
Of a drowning pink sun

© GÄ

Money$ick

She made herself sick
Thinking about it
“Get me a towel,” she said.
She was handing out money
But having trouble recovering it
Her honesty was in her tears
And her hesitation
Mostly she just needed a friend
She was wearing glasses that
Had dragons on them poking out
Her house was big but
She was missing some things
No doubt she was an
Imposter to herself
A syndromatic cast about

It’s sad to be buying your friends
And at what cost
To be honest is the waver
When she crawled to me on the floor
To show me that she was wrong
Also that she didn’t mean to be
I knew she was sincere

I was ready to make deposits
Into those accounts for her
But she stopped me which
Made the whole thing believable
And although the signatures
Were legitimate it still appeared
To me that something was
Totally off

I wanted to help her out
In every way that I could
Still to hesitate was showing
Mischief on the horizon
Like a naughty comet
Shooting off to burn through
The skyline of affairs
What would be the consequences
Later to beware of

Losing balance comes with age
So did appreciation for the
Capability to make decisions
Even when the bitter winds
Ripped through your warmest garments
Felt like we were trespassing
In some forbidden land

The best move at this point
Was to draw her a bath
She would come around when
The tide turned and those
Questionable deposits could be
Another conversation burned
Into a different hour
An easier day

If time allows

© GÄ