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The First Thunder of JuneI could tell from the waythe truck barreled down the road,how its motor revved and caught on the air,that a storm was coming.The dog shook,his twelve-year hips aching with the effortof tucking his tail between his legsin the hope that such displays of submissionwould appease the weather.They did not.The sky turned feral and spat on the house.While my old-hound pantedwith his panic-wide eyes,mine filled with awe and lightning.
Lift MeDon't cry, dear beautiful soul;of course you don't listen.Lost in the crashing waves in the midnight sky,as if out of your own body,you suffer so.What made you so in pain years ago is still here;you feel like all your promises you mademeant nothing.You're even so close to asking"what did I do to deserve this?"Oh, the heartache of life that's dreams now just rundown your face like tears,for it just seems as though there's a darkness withinwhose goal is to assure no dream comes true;the worst part is that such a darknessmakes you laugh in the process.Cliched fists, with a headache, and sweat all over are your companions.You stand before reality that holds a mirror to see yourself and your life;lamentation for a person who barely ever reached out;lamentation for a life barely went anywhere.You just don't know what to do; at this point youdon't even want to do anything anyway,for every part of the mirror shows youjust how badly you're losing the battleI came
I Drink to the ShatteredHere's to the half-hopes,who lie shallow in their graves,comatose, their pulse forgotten.And here's to unrequited love;impossible thoughts between heartbeats,the burning pang that follows.A nod to the empty dreams,their ankles hobbled, improperly set.They walk nowhere.Silence to commemorate the lost cause;Stillborn revolutionsThat never leave the womb.To the broken and sleepless,inane and insane,the clueless, the lonely,the outcasts forgotten,to you I raise my glass.
Unlit CandlesYour spirit curled with the smoketowards the ceiling of the funeral home.This image brought me closure,and relief that your soul could escapefrom the open casket.When you turned ashes to ashes,I imagine the release was the sameas when our voices caughton the hymn's last noteand we all blew out our candles.