On the roadside near the fence, a long-legged silhouette,
a wide brimmed Stetson hat.
He waves his hand and comments, can I bum a cigarette?
I’ve been longing for one for days.

You see, my friend, I got stranded and abandoned by my love.
She kicked me out and drove off.
For…

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With sore eyes I watch the bright evening sun descend in the west.
Lately the afternoons have been hot and merciless and the nights are barely long enough for the warmth to dissipate.

The past several days irritating amounts of sweat and dust have slowly started to accumulate onto my…

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A paperless form, sold to be torn
Promises of words that could be
The picture it portrays seems persuasive
It’s colors are vivid and clear

The truth wants to be known
Like a meandering river it flows
through shallow depths and meadows
From peak to valley it merges into sea, eventually…

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Goosebumps crawl up my arm while the sun slowly descends in the late afternoon. I light another cigarette.

With flowers and hope I wait while my mind wanders away.
The clock ticks on.

Every minute the sky turns into a darker shade of blue.
Noises on the street slowly fade.

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Boomerang Art

The choices he made, some good, some bad, some too ugly to tell.
Art would drink ten whiskey without a flinch and another five without a blink. He’d tell you stories that would almost make you believe that he lived more than just one life. Like three.

Every…

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The 1:15 to Paris

Sitting in the train with a twenty-five minute delay.

The rain drops drip from the cabin window while the pointers on my watch seem to tick slower every minute.

A friendly woman’s voice tries to comfort the passengers with a frequent announcement over the the crackling…

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