Bryan Riley

So what if the sky looks like
the ocean from here?
So what if I've never
been to New Orleans?
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The magic is gone
The song is done
I am as old as
the world is cold
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Fallen angel at my feet
To what purpose have
you brought me here?
To look at this with
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Living in the halls of the dead;
mouth and eyes filling with sand-
Cries and pleas for help go unheard
as birds of night with razored talons
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In flight,
the figure loses
its form
The form loses
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I have
weapons-
tons of
weapons.
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Two friends in a van

not a van full of friends
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Sea of green!
sea of green
locked between
the earth
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It was all he wanted, all he dreamt of,
since he was a little boy-
the chance to serve, to give back
to the country he loved so much. (a host of angels to light your path)
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Slow night
walk through
streetlight
whispering
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We went
round and round
the indoor rink
My hand cold
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</>Early rising, not with but just after the sun
Comfort of pleasure at the scent of coffee
cooking in the pot
pondering the man with fifty thousand poems-
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Implements of a Murder:
The smoking gun,
the silken rope, and
other cliches
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I have given you everything:
you could say that I've
made you what you are today
I've built you up until now
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There- a universe:
Don't blink.
You'll miss it.
A blade of grass that
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Love your mother
the earth!
She's the only one
who's ever truly
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After I had contemplated
all the possible delights
of the internet garden,
searching for things I would
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Conveyor of
souls
Purveyor of
truths
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Sad goddess sit
upon your
throne of night
Gaze into your
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Leaping out
falling
spiraling downward
finally free
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