The last year inside the house you built
She said it’s ok if you can’t sleep
It’s just the sounds inside your head
All the stories you dread
It only takes some time
To get used to
—–
Outside
The clown goes mad
The media’s on repeat
He can’t figure out
It’s all marketing
He’s selling the future
But he’s still standing there naked
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Inside
And up the stairs
Dylan lights a match
Stops and laughs
Says he’s about to go electric
I stop typing
And hand him another cigarette
—–
Down the street on the corner
Of lost and found
Seeking out some caffeine
Her eyes keep me at arms length
I reached in my pocket
Handed her a Honees
She smiled running her fingers through my hair
And kissed me
—-
Hendrix walks in
Sighing, asked for some help with his lyric….
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These times are all black and white
The youths ran away
With the color….
She cries
And says there’s no more room left to create in
I laughed
And said the sky is falling over
It’s only, the mirror…
I love the poems but your pictures are awesome too
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