Anthony J. O.

Don’t leave me here,
Don’t let me drown.
Swallow me whole then spew me out.
Don’t run me over, let me breathe.
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Like walking the streets at night,
Headlights in the distance.
Nobody sees you
Or so it seems.
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Like a distant tremble when it’s raining,
A harbinger of death in the night.

Like a dull pain in your ribcage,
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Stray, dive, climb, flash,
Burst, drift, wander, burn.
Bundle, search, spot and sway
But please don’t ever leave me.
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I envy the wind
Travelling with no conscience.
I’m aware of the path
But not of its essence,
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Eyes wide shut.
Spots dancing in a dark room.
I see shapes and silhouettes
And know their ins and outs.
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Her smile doesn’t lie
She is not there

Her eyes will not try
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The wind holds distant souvenirs
As echoes travel through the night.
The rocks laid down their masks of fear
And rest tormented and in plight.
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A poem? A poem is a breath of truth.
The poet is the breather.
He breathes truth unto the canvas of hurt which is our Earth.
Poetic is every-thing that conceals truth.
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A dream drifts through the night,
Molested by lewd, lilac vapors.
Purpose puts its readiness into my ribcage.
Yet flashes of gravity pull me back into triteness.
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I know a girl, she never smiles,
Her lashes a-sparkling and cold.

I know a girl, she never frowns,
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If you would lift your head at this very moment
And look into the sky,
You would see a jet’s milky trace
Slowly dissolving in the midday sun.
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The rank odors of our birth and our breath
Cut through the spines of the books we devour;
The phrases we adopt as our guides,
Our lights of wisdom,
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Dawn sets on these proud rivers.

Coffee shops and bridges
Painted in blue.
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when the droning silence
devours the empty pages
scattered on the floor;
when all purpose is absorbed
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