A collection of my poems, both old and new.
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"Alley"
Sun-baked tar with
a rusted, nameless bottle cap
sunken deep
like a mammoth,
so perfectly preserved.
Iron mesh stares mindlessly
from beneath aged
and broken
cement.
Split
and petrified
by the immortal onslaught
of time,
telephone poles lean
like sentinels,
fast, fast asleep.
˗ˏˋ・。☆.・゜✭・. AUTHOR'S NOTES ✫・゜・。.・。. ✭
Another one from my time in Toronto. I was more settled in this one, no longer as disjointed as I felt when I first arrived and wrote "Hard Thing to Do". The world was becoming still and familiar, pulled like taffy from a vestigial past.
