Not the typical prose
What I heard
I do actually know
That the soft
Sponge
Of sound
As my ears resounded
Cold hearing
In my breathe
A matter of indifference
Rather than
Upset
A Sponge Verse
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Furtive Drinks
We snuck
Out the back
With no one looking
Furtive drinks
Was what our minds
Were cooking
So in that moment
We disappeared
Until the night
Was darker
Than the deepest grey
And then our drinks
Were on the way
Wake Up
To the snow
And the trees
To the grass
And the hibernating
Bees
Good morning all
Good morning
Indeed
I am Obsolete
The obsolete
Path
Taken
With one wrong
Turn
Mistaken
For a way forward
Rather a way
Into obscurity
The path laid out
Will be
Earsplitting
It was earsplitting
The sound of the
Screeching tires
On the wet pavement
I can still remember
The door
That I grabbed
As the car spun
Those memories
Can never be
Undone
Bad Assessment
It was off
From the start
With a housing boom
As a form of
Sadistic
Art
The assessments were
Made
With all intention
Of a worthless
House
Was all to be
Had
Tankable
Tankable
Was the water
Tankable
And palatable
From the faucet
That leaked
Past midnight
I am not sure
I would drink
That water
It’s not
Alright
Mountainous Stream
The stream
That runs through
The back
Of the house
Is quiet in the
Winter cold night
As the white snow
Runs through the brown
Trees
With green tips
But for now just
Silence
From the stream
Below
A Total Recall
A total recall
Were the words
From the world
That all must be returned
Upon arrival
Hopes dashed
With words smashed
Against my brain
So it went
The recall goes on
Barbarous Birds
The birds
Lurk
Over the land
Overlords
With a quick hand
Seeking the weak
And unsheltered
Among the cactus
Crawling bugs
The barbarous birds
Are looking for blood
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