At Least A Billion... & One

Towards the sleep
Who knows who of you are sleeping
Not a peep
From those of you who love peeping

I take the giants leap
To the sleepers on the rail track
Learn to earn my keep
With the grim-reaper at my back

Towards the sleep
Who knows what secrets you are keeping
Not too steep
For the first, fleet-of-foot, past weeping

I take the minnows creep
To the quieter, dust and darker corner
Learn to slowly fall in deep
Become at one with the candlelit mourner

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Choice

Why then call it weakness
If it is almost universal
Where was the fork
The road it seems
Is anything but less travelled

Before the bile
Is liberated
Before sick and sour
Soliloquy's take over

Why not call it joyful
Joyful and universal
The fork of joy
Where both roads
Became well travelled

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Northbound West Facing

Silhouettes to passers by

Skylines and shadows

& thoughts to wonder why

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Compartment

Grey and silver sky

Effervescent pink

Beyond the clouds

A body of people

Where one person reads

Of a body of people

Imagine; to say goodbye, in your

Mind; as if no more

Than to place leaves on a bare tree

To think again, dwell on those two

In conversation; almost our friends

The ones we never really knew

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Character

What do I find attractive

The confident, or the confidante

A body that flows and moves with grace

Or a persona with stillness

An aura that looks down at my shoes

Then twirls its hand to say ‘futurissimo’

The Americans now seem to have less style

Perhaps because their wealth is on the wane

Black though holds its ground; the fat made to look thinner

Awkwardness turns itself into a statement 

& to be full on jet, over a red velvet cloak with fine denier mesh

Sure creates a resounding and definitive presence

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