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Quiet down now, beautiful little bygones.

Your melancholy harmony was you greatest allure.

When I walk away like a cowboy into the sunset, you’ll miss

The point, and that’s something I’ll have to live with.


I’ll throw around words of distaste like boulders,

Looking for the golden ruling, but I’ll never be able to speak my heart.

Down by the water hole, I have reflected more than a man does in a lifetime,

And I’ve found just as much, because there is only one answer, every time.


The past is Four Roses on the rocks, And after a few,

I’m drunk in memories. Though it’s easiest to forget.

Strangers will gather and help me sing this song,

That digs me deeper, closer to my grave.


The Aces of life I laid on the table doubled its value,

But the dealer knew better and rigged the river,

And all that time wishing for the jackpot,

Left me with nothing but kindly banter from the others being played.


Yes, the fear of untimely change can make a man’s paunch ache,

Biting fingernails and sleepless nights, snappy judgment, blind eyes,

Rest assured, everything will be alright.

But first things first, get through the night alive.


Today I’ll ponder mortality; tomorrow I’ll fight it.

And that’s the answer, every time.

Today I’ll drink and toast. Tomorrow I’ll find a new town,

And call it my own, until it’s time for my sunset again


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In between the hands of hours, time swept under a door to the house of life,

It went somewhere untraceable, minute mice lightly breathing

Behind rooms of overlarge things, in nests of seconds comprised of

The smallest memories, not even a human could remember.


The clock struck midnight, this grand mahogany monument,

Behind the glass, a snow-faced grandfather,

With silver tick tocks, racing for years, at an unchangeable pace,

Wound its gears through golden years in the house of life,


Managed meaning and enforced its laws, though never realizing;

Some had watched its motions, tensed up, rushed, remembered, forgot,

Some followed it time like roads, and they drove on, never knowing where to go,

Until accident or attraction.


And then there were one or two who knew, through clever nights, listening,

Waiting for the clock to talk, and realizing that time answers for no one,

Because time is relatively false.

For that, they were the wisest.

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I’ve blindly delved within my own underwater caverns

To pick between tendrils of algae and upturn chunks of coral

In search of a sunken flake of gold

Some hungry fish thought was a glow worm.

Long forgotten.

But the fish grew from that flake, when it should have died,

And turned into a black kraken,

Gushing ink like an oil spill,
And now it bleeds from fresh cracks in my scalp,

Dying my hair dead in clumps for everyone to see

That I don’t know.

And so I ask questions.


But no one receives mail if it is not addressed.

Letters of the utmost importance, without a home

Sometimes find their sentimental words in the wrong hands.

Tight eyes become greedy, illegal weapons,

And answers are properly explained fallaciously,

To wash away the questions of the world,

And believe on the question’s existence.

Which kills the golden flake I never rediscovered,

The caverns made to hide it.

The fish that never existed.

The black kraken never blotched my mind,

Which seals and cleans my head of a reason to question.

Which means it’s not okay to question things.

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