Colin Greenfield Poems

200 milliampers rearrange the gray matter and fragments
of a shattered soul,
reeling blindly toward infinity.
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She is the one everybody knows
about,
But nobody acknowledged,
all except you.
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My fathers house is empty now,
The fires out in the hearth,
leaving only cold, dead ashes
and solitary gray spiders who spin
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Empty eyes haunt labyrinthine halls
where time washes by with coffee,
tea and milk.
Evening is filled with the chatter of old Arab women at the well.
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