R.B. Gyle Poems

REGRET

Nails sticking straight out of wood floor plank.
What is clarity in the dark
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Demons roaming like coyotes in the canyon
between my temples where they exercise
their religion and sculpt their idols with tools.
They are gold givers, & liars and their gold
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If I left the door open
and you saw me seated
in the toilette, bathroom's
bright light making
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Tiny birds flutter in decadent foliage.
Feathers ruffle flat carafes of chlorophyl.
I am every leaf that falls, slowly
swooping down like fallen angels
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