Ears before eyes

Hours have lived
and died
in the space of this whisper:
Something playful,
but also unfriendly,
the invitation to a fight.

Anger is the twang
of a breaking guitar string -
startling, abrasive, then gone;
all an act,
and the remembrance
of everything unnecessary.

So he dances like
leaves falling in autumn,
barely aware of himself,
and taken
by even the slightest twist
of an outgoing breeze.
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Song of the Day:
Shad, The Fool Pt 3 (Frame Of Mind)

Hold fast

He followed the last words of her goodbye like a set of muddy tire tracks - praying that, even as they faded ever too quickly into the grayish-black asphalt of the night, they wouldn't really disappear forever.
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Song of the Day:
Simon & Garfunkel, Baby Driver