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Gale L Mccoy Aug 2018
my hollow bones ache from
the crack they breathe
marrow gone dry
nothing left for
the birds of scavenge
ill take these useless bones
and throw them down a hill
wherever they fall
I will divine
Gale L Mccoy Aug 2018
cherry pick the ripest fruit
to crush under feet
toss the bruised aside
for another to eat

is it kindness to give
what you dont want
to those who would
gladly have it
or is it sweeter to give
what you do want
to those who would
gladly settle for less

what is the quota
of ripe to rot
that should be given
to whom should the
best parts go
perhaps its not on what
but on how

maybe it doesn't matter
when it turns to wine
in the end

maybe all fruit is better
when shared among friends
Gale L Mccoy Aug 2018
rot
brain rot
fallin off the top
made a deal
i can't follow up
center stage
exit stage right
before the brain
rot drops
from the month
cant make it stop
god stop and get off
why seething rabid
from holes in head
choke it dead
A vent
Gale L Mccoy Jul 2018
find me
in the corner of the local cafe
cling fast to sanctuary
aura of creativity
illusinary productivity
idealized possibility
i would rather bury myself
in it's walls forever
than leave
Gale L Mccoy Jul 2018
where the halls are decked
and the tea party is ready
but all doors out are full of static
and the food numbs lips
words die one someone else's tongue
they've clipped through the floor
and no one notices the lag
Gale L Mccoy Jul 2018
...
sometimes when I drive
i see through the road
and no one else
knows what I mean
Gale L Mccoy Jul 2018
when shattered I start
to see a shape begin
fractured light
broken image
sharp shapes
a different image
reflected in the glass
then the reality
it's meant to capture
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