More Than Flesh Alone

being hungry is abnormal

having to steal bread

to feed a dry open mouth,

moisture limited

whiskey an old memory

as was those magnolia walls

rooms in house,

house now held by bank

who dangle tempting finance options

that could never work out,

once lavish clothes

thread thinned to paleness,

how long since he spoke

to her on cellular

a year or six,

not remembering,

as his own smell disgusted him,

forever was a point of departure

of a very short journey,

tearing stolen bread,

crumbs to tongue eyes closed

feel a source of nourishment

and a possibility of tomorrow

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Bring Back the Then and Now

dollar bills ground fine

blowing grit into my eyes,

watering not out of discomfort

but sorrow,

as the green has paled

transparent and valueless,

existing as a memory

on magnetic strips,

worn by careless touch,

a presidents hand

is not divine enough to revive,

taxing shocks ripple the heart,

but now eyeing the wilderness

of vacant strip malls

and realtor bunted houses,

the burden heavier than sorrow

breaks the wage mule back,

sat roadside aimless

flickers of eyes do not register,

tomorrow comes,

and another one,

every journey has an end

yet this one i cannot see

just yet