Silence….Catherine, 2014


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Silence,
mistaken
for arrogance or indifference.
.
There is no need
to mark the world…
for reflection
on small truths
or the superfluous judgement
of another.

Indian Summer


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In the black house
Reality mingles
With the sweet, salty blur
Of blue dreams.
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Rejection of antagonistic security.
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Stretched
Charged
Attentive…
.
Open like a flower.
.
Describe for me
The color
Of Indian summer.
.
I only see in black and white…
And sometimes shades of gray.

Gone

Two bottles of red.
Cold fall night.
Smoke.
Lust.
and a full plastic cup
traded for the bottom
of an empty glass.
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Fleeting,
Ephemeral,
Fading emotion.
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Deep and honest,
But transitory carnal allegiance.
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Gone
.
A good friend once showed me
there are some things that never change.
With Bermudan 151,
Or even Jim Beam,
and a cheap bic lighter
you can blow fire
like a dragon.