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All These Laurels | They're Just Spies

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They're Just Spies. It’s Sweltering In Here. In dreams, air doesn’t move over my face,. A calm sea chaps my clammy lips. Lips who once drank,. The whole world dry. Their thirst still unquenched, and I press on. Deep down to the bottom of the ocean,. I drink until I can’t say a moment longer,. Crests of waves wait for me. The staleness of my one man parade,. Alone and unaware of dangers to come,. I’ll drink heavy, the prescription for such diagnoses. I awaken to a weary morning,. Though the world does not.

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The Navigator | They're Just Spies

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They're Just Spies. The Costume →. A stormy haze covers my face. I stumble through streets. Not drunk but another drink would do me in. The world is still, no wind blows,. My mouth is parched, my eyes colorblind,. Our pictures are gray and blurry. The cameraman moved his hand. Or we were moving then,. More than now, more today than tomorrow. I swallowed your words and kept them in my head,. I vomited my words everywhere to everyone,. Hoping that i might begin to believe them. The Costume →.

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They're Just Spies | Page 2

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They're Just Spies. Newer posts →. An evening storm sets in on a city,. A glow of lights seen in the sky,. Small shadows rushing home beneath. One of the shadows, Charlie Daniels,. A gray suit, and somewhat gray character,. He shivers through new winter’s wind. A stop off for a drink or two, then home. A goofy grin crosses his face as he stands tall,. His stiff black blazer buckles with each burst. Bearings gathered and a brisk walk,. Twenty minutes is all it will take,. Charlie Daniels will be warm again.

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Untitled | They're Just Spies

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They're Just Spies. Gray stone is my only companion,. He rises and rises,. My eyes don’t stretch so far as he. Low light passes through my one window,. Through to gray clouds that never break. Cold days without end, there are no seasons here. Once, I kept a calendar, eons ago,. On a narrow wall it resides. I eat nothing, drink nothing, no emotions. The power of this place is the relentless routine,. A routine of nothing,. A routine without an ending. Hope, I have forgotten the meaning of the word. Build ...

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The Blizzard | They're Just Spies

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They're Just Spies. The Navigator →. An evening storm sets in on a city,. A glow of lights seen in the sky,. Small shadows rushing home beneath. One of the shadows, Charlie Daniels,. A gray suit, and somewhat gray character,. He shivers through new winter’s wind. A stop off for a drink or two, then home. A goofy grin crosses his face as he stands tall,. His stiff black blazer buckles with each burst. Bearings gathered and a brisk walk,. Twenty minutes is all it will take,. The Navigator →. You are commen...

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For Nicky | They're Just Spies

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They're Just Spies. Few remember me, who I was before. Who I am now, none can perceive. I’m gone, who will they eulogize? Will it be the paraplegic body. That groaned to move. That groaned to speak. Or will it be the humanity that existed. Before the fall,. Before the numbing perpetual paralysis. When I was a babe,. I moved and climbed,. People said I was exceptional. When I was a child,. People were less impressed,. My exceptions became normal. When I reached adulthood. I had already expired.

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The Costume | They're Just Spies

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They're Just Spies. It’s Sweltering In Here →. Clarence found an old refrigerator cardboard box. Behind a home improvement store. It was sturdy, still in tact. He took it home and began painting, it looked like a building. One that soars high above a city,. He reveled in inspiration. It came together quickly, a picture of rectangular lights. Intermingled with ominous columns. And crossing horizontal lines. He used a box cutter to make holes, one on the top. Two on the sides and two on the bottom,. Fearfu...

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A Preview | They're Just Spies

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They're Just Spies. That Normal Thing (edit). The Tide →. These thousand moments together. Soft kisses, a solitary moment. Shimmering ribbon draped on one wall,. Our reflections dance in the ripples. Your bony shoulders lit by low light,. And your smooth skin reflects. The full moon light slivers. Slipping in through blinds shut tight. Compared to a wealth of others,. You are no temporary lover,. One with staying power. Like home, I only leave when I must. This entry was posted in Uncategorized.

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Rebirth | They're Just Spies

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They're Just Spies. For Nicky →. Vixen’s vile veins,. Fixated, famous feelings,. Sorrowful, somber, superficial. Time presses on,. Brave, blissful blood-born,. Best, buried beneath. Sediment, soil, sod. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. For Nicky →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.