Tired of Same Old Endings

Tired of same old endingsin which hopes are slaughteredand tragedy and insanity win. Raised by the bottle, learnedto set standards low –still afraid of heights –have fallen as the groundbeneath my aspirations crumbled –a certainly under alcohol’s rule. Tired of same old endingsin which self is battered by indifferenceand ego loses the battle for control. […]

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A Thousand Whys

In summer they were rock, a picture poured of woman wanting, but men are lazy, could drive me to ask a thousand why’s Is it her play? & will these drunks blow through or licker? (Friday is magnetic poetry.  The Oracle provided me with a little pun there at the end.)

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Adult Child

So my luck – father’s favourite child, me, no boy for him… he drinks – thousand morning scold – knows I respect, make peace and, you’d think protect them star – wishing god was there, us together, working it. (Friday is Magnet Poetry online.)

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Gains and Losses

The mistress, meticulously groomed glows a sun-kissed bronze shimmery invitation, promising seductive sensations of pleasure and release. The husband, tense, overworked, emotionally overwrought heeds the call like a sailor following the lure of sirens. The flirtation begins in innocence, he sips from her splendour at a party, tastes her bittersweetness and feels himself losing all […]

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In-just-ice

Be done short patience, chores!  I need libation (preferably organic) – not that I’m dependent I’m just a bit anxious, could use a boost of fun, imbibing makes me less mechanical, loosens edges none of that hard stuff, a little nip will do, keep the dream alive – feeling a little lame here, seems my […]

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Four Voices

At the age of four, I moved with my family into a new house that my father had built, on the outskirts of town.  The day of our move my mother disappeared, and left to my own devices, I defied my father’s rules about staying out of certain parts of the house and discovered secret […]

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Fall from Grace

The proverbial can has exploded – transparency of our deceit now lies like swarms of glass snakes writhing at our feet – litany of hissing truths. Bent on keeping innocence alive, I strategically attempt avoidance, point to wealth, abundance, nurture focus – the onslaught continues. Slivers of slime, maggot-like hoards mobilize – a sea of […]

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Ocean’s Legacy

My father’s eyes were the ocean, hypnotizing, alluring, and I desired to know their depth, their mysteries, certain that true love dwelt there. Volcanic was his temperament, a constant fiery, churning nature, that both awed and frightened – danger always lurking: precarious. He was the mountain, and we; his offspring cowering in his shadows, smothered […]

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Commanding Love

“Come sit down beside me,” my father pats the floor commanding my presence as he would a dog.  I hesitate.  The glass in his hand tilts dangerously, threatening to spill the amber contents, and his voice slurs slightly.  A dangerous scenario. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”  He reaches a hand out […]

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Distinguishing Past from Present

My father had a habit of tilting his glass in such a way as to indicate that it needed refilling.  He would perform this ritual without saying a word, but the accompanying look would speak volumes:  I am the Master here, and you are to do my bidding. I hated it, and I fought against […]

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