Small Town Notes

Small Town notes:

The secret to living in a small town is knowing when to go!

The town that finds you will bind you!

It’s time to give up the drugs…When the drugs give up on you!

Immoral acts are a prelude to the immoral scars left on you!

You, yourself and someone that looks like you…

Either way your wear your town well.

the baggage, the backtalk, the smell.

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New Hampshire has yet to step away from sedate behavior it has grown accustom to…Franklin is it’s skanky underbelly without under garments!

When Hate Walks In

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When love walks in the room…

Or,

when hate rises from the cluttered culvert…

No attention served.

Least of all, never as notable as a, piercing, raven’s coo.  

That touches every last nerve.

Only human, after all,

When pleading…

we have had no hand to the inhuman awl.

Unaccountable…

When fiendish fences,

our neighbor’s install.

How happy am I?

Daily meditation…

sedation without medication.

Careless, carefree,

earthbound warrior…

Willing to act up.

But invariably,

with hesitation.

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Not Absolute

 

Off the cuff, with emotions locked.xtra-door-ajar

A dead-end street to which I only see defeat.

Many ask…many greater and wiser than I.

‘When will the sadness end?’

To which, there has never been an absolute reply.

In the dainty house.

Down off the gravelled road.

Discrete, earthy…hidden.

Not a word of…

love as though it means something to someone…

give as though it requires no reward.

Be…when others have broken your heart’s sword.

With every attempt to cast away doubt.

With all the moments I have felt inside out.

With this picture perfect home…

At last, I must go it alone.

I can confide that the insanity has left the well dry.

The calls to a wedding for young love.

The rants and raves of doors that will not close.

The mysterious lack of sedation that hangs from collages on a logged wall.

Little house down the road.

Impeccable with country-style.

Alit to the eaves by autumn leaves.

Do not second judge.

The road ahead is meant for only me.

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Small Town Notes

Small Town notes:

 

The secret to living in a small town is knowing when to go!

The town that finds you will bind you!

It’s time to give up the drugs…When the drugs give up on you!

Immoral acts are a prelude to the immoral scars left on you!

You, yourself and someone that looks like you…

Either way your wear your town well.

the baggage, the backtalk, the smell.

 

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New Hampshire has yet to step away from sedate behavior it has grown accustom to…Franklin is it’s skanky underbelly without under garments!