Daniel Edward

the answer lies
in the way the air weaves
around us
when time is thin
...

and here it comes
like a crack in the wall
spider cracks
creeping up an old stone building
...

i saw you
in the field
no boy or girl
within sight
...

like chariots
racing about my head
i think they are on fire
and closing in
...

my body parts are for sale
a dime a dozen
'i'll take the liver'
'and i'll take the lungs'
...

my friends tonight
are werner, conely
bukowski, baril
vonnegut, smith
...

funny how things work out
sometimes
and other times it
seems as if nothing at all
...

the window i can see from my own
looks into nothing
and no one ever looks out
of the window
...

in the morning
that fifth of vodka
hits you like
a wall of water
...

the popping noise
began the
descent
of the large oak
...

when the crocidiles
sing to you and i
ferocious cats
scream back
...

there was a fisherman
with dreams of
calm seas and a
full net
...

i saw the pale light
as a cresant highlight
hugging your eyes
that gazed past me
...

i look around
realizing
the cat
went AWOL
...

i think i know what its like to be lonely
and then i think of my cat
who waits around by herself all day long
waiting around for me to return so that
...

I am
breathing
in and out
circumventing air
...

mourning
over a lost
friend
is like
...

there are days
impossible stressful intimidating
days
that seem to conceal
...

columns of pride
pillars of pride
based on me
could i move the support?
...

i'll have the coffee
as black as my lungs
and midnight skies
to sit below
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