It was a sham from the get go
A word
Had been heard
And quickly let go
So for a sham candidate
That’s all you can ask for
Lies with
All hope to bury them
Or buy them back
Sham Candidate
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Clashing
Clashing with my own two hands
Making for a unusual day
Of insignificant
Progress and setback
With the sun over the Camelback Mountains
I wonder if I will progress
Or recess
In the days ahead
So these words
Today
Save me
From my own
Monotony
Friday Hopes
Friday hopes
Start with a longing
For a new way
Of thinking
Fatalistic Repeat
Another round
Started the conversation
From the guess I was making
It didn’t take long
Until the whole thing
Came undone
And lay at my feet
Lost to my own
Fatalistic repeat
Both Lights
Both lights went out
In the middle of the night
When the hook
Came undone
Hold up my hopes
On tenterhooks
This evening
Bent
Bent on a better world
Bent on today
Making amends for tomorrow
That is how progress
Begins
Borrowed Nouns
I borrowed the words
On this page
From many pages before my own
All these words
Have been written before
But I still honor the space
That will be
My own
Billow
The billow
Lifted my eyes
To the skies
Of teal and crimson
Over the mountains
It was misting
All I could help myself
Was washing
That this could be
Forever
Here and now
The Evening Stroll
The shadows
Cast languid
On the dark pavement
Warm orange lights
Gleam hazy
On the speckled sky
Time for the evening walk
Tonight
To Whom it May Concern
At the time of this writitn
There are clouds
Up in the mountaisn
Rain in the air
To whole this may concern
To whom they may care
So I approach
A late spring morning
With a renewed sense of direction
Upon the mountians
My eyes lay
In connection
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