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Cascading
light splits breath
splits the sound
of the echo of a leaf
falling to the ground
we walk away
from ourselves
like from lost lovers
re-reading old letters
saying goodbye
to our Souls
placing our bets
on a redeemer
ever dreaming false
hopes, believers
drinking whiskey & rye
Toy guerilla warrior
his voice is pagan smog
                                                 his eyes are bitter coal
                                                 a rolling pebble

pinning a breach
upon a hedgerow path                       

                                                               he is a Golem splitting a wall
                                                               freeing a maiden ******

                                                               A Summons to a devil
                                                               shoots their tin hearts

                                                               a Decoupage screen is
                                                               no trust in a redeemer

                                                               and I'm on my knees
                                                               this All Hallow's Eve.
 May 2015 Rob Kingston
Born
The silent,unsmiling face stares at me

father sat there
and me
across the table

We stared each other
blankly stared at each other

a thought crossed
should i say hi
should I say bye
maybe I should just cough


14 minutes 10 seconds
that's how long we've been having these conversation
of blank words

14 minutes 55 sec
you stood up
one hand  in your pocket

then you concluded
our 15 minutes conversation
your daring

that's it
you walked out

Our 15 min,wait
Our 15 centuries conversation
is over
your daring ,I've pondered enough


I've hated you longer than I can remember ,but this is the beginning of recognizing the 'probable' love you had for me

— The End —