Vibrant-Colored Ashes (a poem)

Watch time move in a circle
Our concept is broken
Caught in linear perceptions
We believe death is deception

But when the lightning flashes
Our mere mortality crashes
Into storm clouds and burns
Into vibrant-colored ashes

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Unbreakable (a poem)

to say we were lost boys would be cliché

but clichés have ways

of cementing truths into language

like hard red suns that scorched West Philly & warm beers we guzzled ‘till we couldn’t walk straight & time went missing like a thief

who stole my innocence

& we packed into an old sedan on a road to nowhere &

perhaps, if time is not linear, this had to happen &

if free will is a myth, we had no choice in the matter,

merely swigging, smoking, fighting in adolescent wastelands

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