poems – innocence abroad

the best man

By: littlepeace April 7, 2020

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blow for blow
skin for skin
woe for woe
sin for sin

fig leaves

By: littlepeace April 6, 2020

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an early trek
a dusty road
and a hungry man —

first ride

By: littlepeace April 5, 2020

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what did the colt feel
when You first rubbed his nose

to hold the ephemeral

By: littlepeace April 4, 2020April 4, 2020

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you were always
 only ever a dream, even
 at your brilliant best

follow —

By: littlepeace April 3, 2020

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could we be free
of tragedy
or does life end only in sorrow?

six feet

By: littlepeace April 2, 2020April 3, 2020

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i never missed the absence of space until it was gone

the final frontier

By: littlepeace April 2, 2020April 3, 2020

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what if we spanned the miles between us and the ideologies, and the years

new light

By: littlepeace April 1, 2020

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will we last the night?
there’s never any promise
that morning will dawn

speedwell

By: littlepeace March 23, 2020March 24, 2020

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i took a walk today a brisk huff ‘n’ puff up the hill and round the block to wake drowsing limbs from the torpor of sitting over-long at a desk and exorcise the mania of a mind too long confined between four walls as i walked along a mist hissed half-heartedly in my face the…