slugs

words crawl forth
like slugs
across concrete
after the rain
leaving behind
a slimy trail
cannot write
so write
of not writing
anything
to move the pen
maintain the habit
keep the machine
oiled and well

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words

words
poured into the void
words
to see the world
from a caterpillar perspective
words
in half world dreams
like shaman guests
words
to keep at bay
the black dogs barking
words
blanket in the frigid night
when all around is cold
words
aching for silence
words
where do they go

kindred

kindred friends
distance be damned
words brought together
broken down
to binary
and back again
rooftop yawps
and basement whisperings
microphones immortalize
as poets sing and cry
kindred companions
circle round
but try they
cannot shield
the closest are
the furthest flown
you next to me
i feel alone

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