New Year’s 2017

They’re having a party in Seattle Center Fireworks shooting off the Space Needle I can only think of Those who sleep in 24 degrees Under flannel jackets while we Pop bottles in our warm homes They just want some peace And quiet To start 2017 After the confetti lands And we start calling it trash

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Throattorchers

Throattorchers A box A breath A quiet murmur A panicked yell When we forget these Words are also said In heaven and hell Nothing seems to be As what it is until You speak the words Any words to change The scene Next act in the play Another chapter in a book Words all changeContinue reading “Throattorchers”

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