Saturday, August 29, 2015


Silly as a duel with moonlight,
I leaned in and pulled away.
Broke my own heart in the process.

My efforts have proven as futile
as selling sugar to candy.
Like a small cube of ice that pleads
its case to a volcano.

What is real, can burn with no chaser
Make one feel vast, tiny and
naked on a highway that is the road
to a solid story filling in.

We can give breath to procrastination
or to stillness that brings new light
to the emotionally-blind.

The clown under a spot light
without makeup or coping antics.

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