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THE SOUND OF EXILE

(Act I)
 
I stood,
like a mannequin in those days
with perfect form
and  perfect shape
and a bright plastic smile
to fool all who pass.
 
I stood
like a pampered pet
whose punishment had came due,
tail between my legs and sad eyed
listening to her easy spoken words
like a snakes slithering.
 
I stood
like a fearful pet
who was shattered
in a life of war, a pet
who couldn’t fathom fantasies of now
from the featured fairytales,
spun within her spent dreams.
 
I stood
like a broken chair
in a unfurnished room
watching television static
with raw emotions
to fill the bare walls
that held me captive.
 
(Act II)
 
She was the string
around my finger,
the note upon the fridge,
and like a knife
poised for the heart
she went hunting
with sharp and pointed words
never letting me forget
my un-repented dreams of better days to come.
 
She was piercing
with her presence
a rose among my thorns
and like a sword
she went slashing
through the night
looking for those hurtful things,
things that wantonly kill love.
 
(Act IIl)
 
She sat proud upon her throne,
like the queen of pride
this three breasted lover did
her triplets on lap
two busy sucking dinner
and one in nap.
But she would never woke him
and I never stirred.
 
(Act IV)
 
Inside the dank darkness
in the full thick of moment
I run silent and deep,
like dead of night dreaming
while her eyes emit words
 that blow unseen
like torpedoes
exploding.
 
Outside
in the murky blue distance
the wind whispers words
 that only closed eyes
and open hearts
can see and hear.
 
Sometime
when there is space for idleness
and a lull in the daily struggle,
in that fleeting moment there,
that thin whisp of time,
remember
the smell of spring,
the hue of sunrise,
and how supple
love once was.
And if ever you hear
the wind whispering familiar things
across the green
of your lawn
after I am gone...
 
Listen.
 
uTAH jAY


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THE SOUND OF EXILE