Henry David Thoreau stated,
“If a man does not keep pace with his companions,
Perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.”
Linda Ronstadt sang,
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I want to blend.
I want to be swallowed up by the brick wall I pace in front of.
I want to be taken in by the grit and grout.
I want to become one of many,
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A thief has come in
And cut out the ends
To our perfectly woven excuse
And unravel it does
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Eyelids are exaggerated.
Plumped up and sneaking over eye whites.
Bloated and sickly,
Engulfing lashes and all warmth.
...
Your snide comments
Made our kisses taste of irony,
That hard metallic sting.
Gone with soft tenderness
...
Listen closely…
Let your body go.
Let it fall and hope it lands where it began.
It is of no consequence now, your earthly possessions.
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Between those painted lines you draw
Sits a man who will tell you what really happened.
He replies in gruff tones unfit for virgin ears
And ears brave enough to listen will then have wilted minds.
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I can look
And see a plum
Where there is no plum.
On that tree,
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Please remember
Our sweeter time,
Like nectar on our skin.
When we were young we could love without caring
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With the tapered off finger of the trees
At eye level,
We sit on the rotted out porch
That much closer to the sky.
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