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When I was a kid I loved to dig holes
There's a part of me that must have been mole.
Holes got bigger and deeper as I aged.
My utensils went from spoon to spade.
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She'd leave the door partly open
and undress.
I was fourteen.
She was forty.
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Tomorrow is an empty promise.
A blank cheque written
against today.
On a account full
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There's something about feeling different.
It's like sailing without an anchor.
Tossed about the foamy waves
of antipathy and rancor.
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I remember at the age of eighteen that
nothing seemed to make sense.
The landscape was mean,
and I was just dense.
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He sold aluminum siding for a living.
Traveled far and wide.
Convincing the good folk his product
would keep the elements outside.
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I purchased an item and I was happy
for about a minute.
There's just no percentage in it.
They make it like crack.
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A grain of sand washed up, washed out.
Born of fear,
full of doubt.
Ego striving
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Holes
When I was a kid I loved to dig holes
There's a part of me that must have been mole.
Holes got bigger and deeper as I aged.
My utensils went from spoon to spade.
A small depression is the start of a hole,
you dig on down with no particular goal.
Come back tomorrow and dig some more,
dig and dig till you can't dig no more.
Sometimes a neighbor kid would join in the fun.
The dirt would fly and imaginations would run.
At the end of the day and all had gone home, it was still my hole
I was all alone.
I would cover it with wood, conceal
it with dirt.
My secret sanctum, a womb in the earth.
A candle in a notch gave me illumination.
A garden path towards ruination.
Transformation from boy to man.
Nebulous holes he can't understand.
Enigma and stigma pour out from the void.
Memories of holes, the ones I've enjoyed.
How one survives with so many holes,
but I guess it's no different than freckles or moles.
All the methods I've tried, to fill them all in. Which one do I pick and where to begin
You know all of these holes don't need filling in! Life's shot through with em. They don't grow over nor do they heal. They just are. So deal.
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