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A Hard Woman To Love
I hate the fucking fairy tales and what they’ve done and how they’ve separated you from me and me from you and me from me and you from you. Glamorous poverty, fashionable drama. I fucking hate it. Blechhhh But such is life, no? There is only 1 best hand to play and you won’t know…
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Fatherhood: Carrying Fire in the Darkness
Who knows the tremondosity of a young boys’ fear? I do. I do. I do. Little body, waif like knees – askance in the darkness New fingers rubbing tired eyes, alone, having given up Waiting beyond hope, to be rescued and taken in. I fly from my bed, beyond my shape and sedentary style I…
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Deja Vu
It’s dark. This is always where I was heading. Any surprise… It’s for… It’s for… It’s for… The crushing disappointment Hasn’t been crushing for some time. Not because I’ve made different choices But because of the choice I keep making. I am removed, No longer tempted But sated at all turns Hungry for nothing But…
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The Muse
Whether pen or pixel, have it close The muse moves swiftly as a ghost Unencumbered by thought or meaning Or time or place or convenient leaning The muse won’t wait, she’s an impulsive girl She saunters in and lights the world And I’ll scramble like a love struck boy All elbows and jostle, to record…
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Birds on a Wire
My ideas, again, flown Like birds on a wire. They sit for a moment Usually until I disturb them with a look And then, alas…they alight One great cloud of inseparable beauty That I can never touch or examine But only relish that I was there for the alighting And disappearance. And that I am…
LYNCH 