ANDREW CULJAK

A beautiful day,
But I am not.

So, inside I'll lie
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Two hands
Tentatively touching,
A supple soft caress.
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The full moon framed in a spider web of reaching branches bare
Glows within my breath which hangs upon the Autumn air.

The leaves which whirly-birdy to escape my shuffling feet
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He listened to the Sea as She sang Her song,
It was blue and deep and would last lifelong
In His blood Her hold of the Son was strong
Who forever is free as He sings with the Sea and passes Her song Along.
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THE TELEPHONE RINGS BUT I WON'T ANSWER
THERE'S TOO MANY THINGS I DO NOT RECALL
KEEP SEEING YOUR FACE INSIDE THE RAIN THAT SPLASHES ON MY WINDOW
I DROVE ALL NIGHT TO WATCH THE STARLIGHT FLICKERING ON THE ROAD
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I sit in silence, somber, breathing, waiting, because I miss you.
The rare moments I speak are merely the wasting of time
With friends I like - more when you're around,
But they serve their purpose: moving me forward to your return.
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I sang my way home
Every day after school
On a wooded path - alone.
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Justified in admiration, she's loathe to believe.
Unbeknownst to her the reasons others do perceive.
Languished in a life compared, she feels that she is wanting.
Instead of despairing from that which she finds daunting,
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The strokes of angry waves painted,
Beneath a sky of charcoal gray.
Did you feel it even then,
The water's rise above your head?
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The arrogance of justice
In foreign eyes is seen
When dealt by hands so callous
And minds uncomprehending;
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The allowance of possibilities in the absence of proof
Gained from other than my own eyes,
Which can be fooled.
As a child I didn't recognize,
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I have discussions in my head
With family, friends not here but dead.
Coworkers or acquaintances
Who said they were but weren't instead.
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The stars look pretty from down here,
Lying on my side.

This chicken doesn't want to hold me,
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HIS THUMB HELD OUT ON THE MIDDLE OF AN EMPTY ROAD
HE CAN'T STOP SWEATIN, THE SUN BEATS DOWN
HE TAKES TO HIS HEALS WITHOUT LOOKIN AROUND
HE LIGHTS A CIGARETTE CAUSE IT SEEMS HE'S GOT NOWHERE TO GO
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Death is not cruel.
Its hands, untouched by prejudice,
Welcome each and all at the behest of Time.
For Time, Death's Companion,
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The dew lays thick on the October Morning,
The last for the advent of frost.
With my blanket I sit on the front porch swing,
And wait for the paper to come.
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She dances alone on New Year's Eve.
I watch her as I wait for skyrockets to burst
Against the starry sky in colorful obliteration
While my breath hangs in frosty plumes for midnight.
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Ugly
Angry
Vandalism
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