mumble-fumble sidewalk stroll
watch the lights turn red
i’m so dead says a friend i once knew
a blue beetle on broken glass
so blue so me so sharp
all the rest of me
so don’t hurry,arrest your steps
in memories of a yellow sun
my life like rails on a track
derailed by stop-n-go filling
tanks of forgotten vacations
a little boy licks a lollipop
looks like gold and smells nice
(i once knew) don’t look down
there’s no shoes just a beard
and needle tracks
so mumble-fumble sidewalk life
a heart more calloused than my feet
but the sun keeps them warm upon
the asphalt toward hell
:: 09-13-2015 ::
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i fastened a silver latch onto my decorated casket
gently taking the last flower-scented breath
Resting my fear within my wicker head-basket
Baby dreams– won’t just yet
say forget my baby breath
My heart, with trembling care swings open the
awful door to hell, oh! It’s all within my head
all within my ears, this flower-scented breath
A soul so like a shopping basket buying things to
fill a void of ‘forever’ so gently moving finger
off a six foot deep hotel
i dug myself out like a thief
i run toward the turned backs
of all those i loved
…the heart without a soul
the mark of rough life
with a silver latch held
in my hand and a terrible tempest
mashing all the air!
:: 09-13-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 