by Travis Campbell
Knocks on doors at irresponsible hours
Wait for answers and in the calm,
Collected speech, ask for a cup of flour
Enjoy coarse looks and avoid striking palms
Trip board skaters and roller bladers with sharp
Broken sticks from trees that don’t belong
To you or anyone else who passes
As hands brush bark and scrap life away
Particles drift through stiff air and swirl
Up nostrils, into eyes, against tongues
Pieces of everything, vaporized, blended
Dispersed to the masses, a drug.
We are all addicts.
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Sunday, June 10, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Canyon in the Cold
by Travis Campbell
There upon levels so high, they stand out
Hanging heads over edges with wide eyes
To witness below the growing of sprouts
That bloom and die before the dark does apply
From these fantastic heights, they have no control
Able to offer no help to lives fall down
Underneath their world with rope bound souls
Forced to witness new buds choke and brown
And then comes the strong rooted warrior
Explode through boneyards of decayed stem
Toward the watchers, a fresh carrier
Reaching branches to touch as god did Men
Snap twigs and break limbs and pile them as tinder
Strike the flint; throw the spark, the chill night ender
There upon levels so high, they stand out
Hanging heads over edges with wide eyes
To witness below the growing of sprouts
That bloom and die before the dark does apply
From these fantastic heights, they have no control
Able to offer no help to lives fall down
Underneath their world with rope bound souls
Forced to witness new buds choke and brown
And then comes the strong rooted warrior
Explode through boneyards of decayed stem
Toward the watchers, a fresh carrier
Reaching branches to touch as god did Men
Snap twigs and break limbs and pile them as tinder
Strike the flint; throw the spark, the chill night ender
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