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Early Morning Musings Part IX: Level Me Out

I rise and fall

I am gradient

Tilted, tailspin

A landslide of heart and flesh

Not pitch perfect

All slant and downgrade

Of teeth and hair and memory

Crashing hills of caved-in scars

Precipitation in a desert of desires

A rock in the dark foundation

Staring up at the sliver of light

Through a crack in a sagging floorboard

Leaning, learning, level me out

I claw for inclination, for groove

For fiery ascension

Happy Friday, everyone! ❤

(And to my wonderful, beautiful blogger friends who care about me – please don’t worry, there’s nothing bad going on, I just had some burst of inspiration touching on a subject like this this morning. Maybe it’s the cold, and the snow.)

 

 

 

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Early Morning Musings Part VIII: Pieces of Me

I am small
I am boxed up
compact
put me in the corner
in the one marked
sloppy like last year’s
Halloween decorations

gray coated
damp as the earth
after Sunday’s rainstorm
I am leaving the surface
all must and mist and
smoking ashes
piled high as wet leaves

I am damp I am
crumbling into tiny
cardboard pieces of me
on the side of the road
the end marked up is
staring hard at
the ground

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Early Morning Musings Part VII: Ringlets of You

you faded in
a brushfire
ringlets of you
swirled downward
like hot confetti
kissing the dirt
with memories
on your lips
I kicked aside
those ashes
licking
at the soles
of my shoes
they were the
color of the moon
and fell apart
too soon

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Early Morning Musings Part VI: The Escape Artist

I slip past
the lining
of a golden
ending
suspended somewhere
in
be
twe
en
nestled into cracks
in the system
tearing down
the concrete
high paced
death
machines
I am
breathing
faster, faster
now
it blurs
a mesh of
who I used to be
who I used to
know
sooner or
later
I’ll sink into that
soft earth
swallow the ashes
let go of the
knowing
feeling
smell
of it all

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Early Morning Musings Part V: Forest Fires

you burned
through
me
a forest fire
in our
house
I tried to
untangle you
a series of knots
and bows that
twisted perfectly
into
place
you grew thick
I blinded
through
you
running in
reverse
to put you
out
to stomp you
out

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Early Morning Musings Part IV: Resolutions

sweep them under
the unwinding rug
heave those into that
far side cabinet
to coat themselves
in dust
tightly packed
in last year’s regrets
they’ll go into hiding
burning through the
closed door
“look at me,” they’ll
say
“We’re still here.”

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Early Morning Musings Part III – Keep Away From My Stall

While working all of these morning shifts this past week, I’ve had time – specifically between the hours of 4 AM and 7 AM – to write poetry, drink Red Bull and contemplate the meaning of life. You know, all of those bartendery things I should be doing.

Well this post definitely isn’t poetry; in fact, it might be TMI for some, but dammit, I know someone out there will relate.

When the gym is a ghost town, someone will still get on that treadmill right next to mine. At work, when my bar is empty except for one customer, some creepy old dude will walk in and plop down close enough to let the person he made uncomfortable count his ear hairs.

What makes some people want to pack themselves like sardines in public? Ok, maybe that creepy old dude thinks the young chick sitting alone is pretty (still awkward), maybe that person getting on the treadmill next to me is just dumb and not at all observant and thinks the others are not operating properly.

But can someone please tell me why on earth, when you’re in a public restroom, there’s always someone who gets in that stall – or even weirder, that urinal – right next to yours?!

I know you know what I’m talking about. I bet you’ve even wondered it too. I’m not going into detail about what you (or they) are doing in there. (Peeing, crying silently, reading a book…) But why does this happen? Public restrooms make me feel uncomfortable enough, but now I have to hear someone else’s pee stream with only a thin half-wall between us, when there’s a perfectly disgusting stall on the other side of the bathroom?!?! (This is only excused when the line for the ladies room is like a ride line at Disney World, which at 5 AM, it usually is not.)

Guys, is it uncomfortable when that other dude heads right for the urinal next to yours? I bet you feel like they’re staring right at your junk. At least we have a little more privacy than that.

Whatever the reason, stay away from my stall. I don’t want to stare at your sparkly loafers from under that wall or cringe when you accidentally let out a fart during the awkward silence between us.

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