Category: Note to Note
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hypervigilant chickens
roost with a gun run from sunlight look for a fight forgot how to fly don’t want to know why pray they won’t be prey cry and wait cry and wait too late to cry and wait
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i am not you
we be free do you see what i free not be you see i what free be me
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wrong
all for naught fraught with care don’t be where you knot belong
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to belong
i know i go i flow i see i free i me part of whole a soul
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Shame Game
he covers her cage with his rage, takes her song, tells her she’s wrong, weak, shouldn’t speak. she waits long for dawn.
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he chose me
fresh with still-wet hair spit on my pubescent idea of fair, a wad on my head to add to my dread that he might lash out about a girl as wrong as a protest song
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what is tomorrow?
what is tomorrow? does memory make me? can it break me? am i what was said? was i led to dread? what’s in my head?
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i gave a bug a hug
i gave a bug a hug she was here first custodian of the universe. i watered her tree, thanked her for visiting me. we’re friends to the end. it’s war out there. we have to take care of each other.
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Every Word
Every Word i never said because of dread lives in my jaw reading law books rings in my ears, gives me dirty looks, plays with fear i hold dear.
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a tiny-tiny fly
a tiny, tiny fly flew by asked do i know how food grows or the cost when the war on insects is lost?
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up dating
go to my settings change my post type fix my code select my image click on my address save me
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the Sound Cop
the Sound Cop signals my brain rides the rails of a squealing train won’t stop
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Food Chain
Food Chain From my window i see hawks nesting high and ducks low. Soon, hawks will be busy feeding babies and only lucky duckies will grow.
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to question
to question why i feel like i serve the computer in my life what is your attachment style to your phone
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to like
to like a stick or a stone can break a bone. a like is a lick on a sugar stick, a tick in a basket of dreams deferred without a word.