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a sun & a moon

  twisted souls

  like a tree

  we’ll see

  what becomes of me

  through leaves

  sun peer

  casting long shadows

  by which well steer

  (leave?)

  no, I will wait and see

  what it is

  that becomes

  of me

  night sets

  and moon free

  cold besets

  heavy breath

  cause in these moments

  you and me,

  will come to grips

  with what I bleed

  and in my eye

  you will understand

  that part of me is man

  and part something else

  something else entirely

  something outside of me

  and if you will,

  would to have me

  you must comprehend

  that it’s all me.

  My Maladjusted Eyes

  i feel it.

  pounding

  like a headache

  approaching

  like a bouncer

  this thing,

  this thing inside

  makes its way

  towards the door

  and turns the knob

  oh god, not now

  and lets

  a little light

  natural light

  in

  you would think

  the opposite

  on my

  maladjusted

  eyes.

  my maladjusted eyes.

  God.

  how long has it been?

  how long’s it been

  since I’ve seen the Coast?

  The shore goes on

  even though I don’t see it

  Rhythmic

  Undying

  A thing that exists outside my control

  but not yours

  It’s been so long!

  I feel it would pull me below

  ankles in the undertow

  over hands and brows

  temples seething cooled

  (why do I let it come to this?)

  My maladjusted eyes.

  Why don’t I see?

  Or though seeing, unbelieving?

  This (doubt)

  will be the End of me.

  ..and would that be so bad?

  would I mind?

  If I gave in

  and let it,

  Start over

  believing

  (Like a Baptism of sorts)

  Could the old man die?

  But a belief

  that I would be brought back to life-

  knowing

  expecting it to?

  Like the Waves,

  Perpetual

  Untimed, but rhythmic

  My falls and woes

  ebbs and flows,

  (Something

  you always knew would happen)

  and I wouldn’t mind.

  (If it was You,)

  I wouldn’t mind.

  river current turbine

  Sometimes I wonder

  whatthehell is wrong  with me.

  I have two modes

  onward and recovery

  anything in between

  leaves me wanting.

  and often misbehaving.

  Whatthehell is wrong with me

  Or is everything all right

  and that’s just the way I work

  An appetite that with certainty

  will keep me moving

  or imploding

  but not…Still

  a

  river

  that

  flows

  but not stopped

  tur

  bined

  chan

  neled

  but never stopped

  and I got to figure

  what to do with

  this current

  blocked

  end

  the

  m

  o

  v

  e

  m

  e

  n

  t

  o

  n

  w

  a

  r

  d

  missed connections

  douche bag dudes

  (with nice girls)

  good hearted guys,

  girls

  with wondering eyes

  when will they ever

  get it right

  ?

  next Halloween

  halloween

  next

  year i know

  what we’ll be

  we’ll dress up

  you and i-

  hope-pair-pain

  it’ll be the best

  handmade

  costume

  they’ve

  ever

  seen

  on television

  or the big

  screen

  in scarcity

  or in quantity

  in plenty

  in want

  in need

  it’ll be

  you n me.

  nights

  believe it or not

  there was a time

  when your parents

  would stay up

  all night.

  and then you

  came along.

  balance

  Some people say

  the goal

  is Balance

  I don’t believe that.

  not in the way

  people say

  vanilla is not the

  culmination of flavors

  (Just because white

  Light is)

  Grey is not

  the best color,

  just because

  you can mix

  & mix

  until you get

  it

  .

  2]

  Circles.

  Circles as we know it

  Are an invented shape

  At least

  in their perfected form

  Those don’t exist

  In nature

  But seasons have cycles

  and I believe in that.

  Tree trunks have rings

  and I believe in that.

  Death and rebirth,

  earth will compost

  the very tree it helped

  Become

  And will Become

  a new one

  Only the sun is constant.

  (And it’s an imperfect

  circle)

  But even that,

  Rotates into night.

  (The circumstance

  Change)

  and we orbit on axis.

  3/]

  I believe in Seasons.

  and seasons of the soul.

  That we go through

  death and rebirth,

  Days and nights

  Sowing and reaping,

  Growth and destruction

  There’s no scales in wilderness

  just food chains

  and supply & demand

  And I think that’s what

  we operate on:

  hunger

  and a desire to fill that hunger.

  And that keeps us moving…

  and that keeps us hungry…

  and that keeps us moving…

  and that keeps us hungry…

  To The Bar (The Top)

  I.

  I’m about to go

  to my favorite bar

  And pay with

  Wooden tokens.

  How awesome is that.

  II.

  The difference

  with alcohol

  Is that

  The room seems louder.

  Even if it’s not

  III.

  The difference

  with Academia<
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  is

  that they have

  to do it

  for the money.

  I don’t.

  IV.

  The Sound

  of the Cicadas

  on the walk home

  is deafening,

  but oh,

  so familiar…

  25 years familiar.

  #Gainesville

  no help here

  the way poets write

  about bars

  would make you think

  they’re tired of em.

  but they’re not.

  (no,poets love

  the noose

  this bottle

  is a muse.)