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Pondering depression, I

feel for the end

of the emptiness

yet my head

is held high

because I know

the sunflowers will grow

in my fingerprints.

Robert J. W.

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She rides

on a glittering horse

named Want.

Her hair drips

with paper confessions.

I long

for her breath, for

life to flow

through us

until our loneliness

has context at last.

Robert J. W.

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The day I dropped my violin

I dropped my violin when I heard about it The unknown had taken you and dressed you up in white

I lost my ears when I heard about it Your room had been cleaned And your paintings had been piled up in the closet

I closed my mind when I heard about it The ocean was looking for you But you couldn’t be there

I faced the hills That led me to the seaside There was a tiny fish in the ocean that looked just like you

Swimming around my ankles for a full circle, then gone.

I dropped my violin when I heard about it But picked it up again when the time was right

I picked it up again after the longest while And wrote a song about the fish and the sea.

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no matter what happened today, you:

are loved

deserve to eat

are needed & valued

should take care of yourself

have a future

will be okay

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spring brings a surprise reemergence of birdsong a depth of feeling

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[robertjw4688]

day 26...

to be eaten

by what is revealed in verse, by everything that will go unwritten after commitment to the earth, drop of dust and fragment into still waters, and unknown hands start to rifle through all collected things. footnotes in flimsy cardboard boxes. tear down the twine tied gutters and send a backhoe over this yard of weeds, this unsolved collection of puzzles, a crust of frost to hang on in the ordained conclusion of this dewdrop yawn left to become vapor.

-kab

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What will keep us alive

this time?

We share trauma

like a picnic

and the grass

is dead as a needle.

Looking back

at the epitaphs

of parents

and dreams, we

kiss under the rainbow.

Maybe we'll survive.

I hope you do.

Robert J. W.

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Weaponized feelings

ruin the shine of thought.

Crosses through

song and ink,

a censorship of taste.

Worse, hatred

becomes our beacon

to places crumbling.

Erected camps for

disagreements and blood

should be burned

along with the sepia

papers that dictate emotion.

Robert J. W.

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It is time to twitch and scream click on your computer screen and spend an obscene amount of time squeegeeing your dirty mind till your blank and ready for bed with nothing left in your head but jelly that drips out of your ears and on to your plain bedspread.

-2024

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Floating

Shot through with gold

Cotton candy clouds drift

Sheep-shaped against the endless blue

Softness

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Empirical Blues

A congress

of nooses wraps

around citizenry

and our presidents

erect monuments

to policing children

with brute force.

Freedom of speech;

once a promise,

now a drain

that brain hemorrhages

clog under the boot

of senility.

Misogyny and phobias

replace Christ

but we'll never abmit that.

It's dangerous to

survive here when

you're a different shade

of grey.

Our inaction

will be

our armageddon.

The world burns

and we are

the match,

the kindling,

and the trash.

Robert J. W.

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Stressors, smoking guns

building up to fire

once more.

I cannot hold

the universe

in my hands

without shaking.

I suppose it's all

life

anyway and that

I'll make it

in spite of

the natural disasters

within.

Robert J. W.

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Lifted up

by atomic peace,

I float

along the path

I've been trying

to take

for years

but I know

the destination

is the universe

inside my neurons

and always has been.

Robert J. W.

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point a

My stomach is full Full of things to say, still Tongues are useless Not worth the burn

A dance for two, fire and fire Its sweet allure Leaves a bitter taste Crushing my fingers, one by one Bound by dread Why build a sandcastle Why use bones

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This drip-feed

of distortion

and subtraction leaves

malnourishment

as salvation.

Tear the IV

from the vein

and worship

kindness

because these lives

are fragile

as standing water.

Robert J. W.

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My sword

is the connections

I've made

to others

and myself.

I hold it high

and breathe in,

knowing I

stand tall

in the face

of the villain

that scratches within.

Robert J. W.