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Clyde Ride

Drunken stupor in times bluer than a starless night sky Sunken deep time becomes a blur and begs the question, I … No, that’s a lie As I wonder why I’m feeling bad about the way that I’m living Too young to not rest in peace  Too old to not […]

Silver Soul

Gently running my hand across old printed photographs Old skin turned to dust reached out to me Hands of the clock trying to lay their fingertips against mine And guide me through their lives Smiles as the then young adults watched children try to eat pie with no hands Pretending […]