Release

Release

By: M. MacMinn


dank and worn
tossed aside to the floor
soft and salty
forgotten frills, frayed lace

cupping them to my nose
breathing you in
learning the intimate you

in the shadows, I pulse
I stroke, I grow

I smell you, holding myself
in the secret security of solitude
I imagine myself upon you
pretending to know you

I release


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Trucks & Beach

Trucks & Beach


By: M. MacMinn


Half dead
on a darkened sand beach
An empty Peninsula
seagulls, eye-balling me

Salt, in the air, in the breath
a soothing smell like a California sun

Looking for wisdom
realizing it is everywhere
and nowhere

Like a breeze in the air
and the surf on the sand



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Solace

Solace

By: M. MacMinn


I want you to be one of my stories
possibly the one that doesn't end
The one erected like a building
with a thousand windows to let light in

The one that feels most like home
that grows denser by the day
The one that shaped the city's skyline
and devastate the world if it fell away

I want it to be decorated by the sun
and illuminated by the night
I want it to stand still in time and space
and hold the beauty of my life

I want it to be as simple as you
with all the mystery you contain
Holding me sweetly, softly secure
pressing solace in my vein


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A Letter to Metro

A Letter to Metro

By: M. MacMinn


The light falls from the roof,
glistens on the brick
and glows on the wood

It works like magic
attracting the soul
It is the earth
it is whole

Touching the part that begins
confusing the part that holds
clinging to the picture

Who is this to me,
and who am I to you?

A stranger, that appears and reappears
attraction that vanishes
in given days

Falling into place
lights to brick to wood
separating

Just a reflection in the window

You are the other side of the mirror
the part you see and know, unable to touch

Lost to me
I am lost to you


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Swallowing Mistakes

Swallowing Mistakes


By: M. MacMinn


For the fruitless souls
with hungry minds
Building their own legend
filling thoughts with time

The years may vanish
but the aching lives on
Throwing out fists
filled with barren palms

Shouting, give me something,
I have earned as much
Unleash my blessing
I'll tear it in lust

I'll grasp it firm
filling it out
stretching with searching
bottoming up

When is it over
When the air escapes
When the ground opens up
swallowing mistakes


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Strangers In Bars

Strangers In Bars

By: M. MacMinn


Some form of madness
a style of strain
Purged in a path of emptiness
filled by cow and pig in my blood

Each argument loses merit
when actions are involved
A humble path to precision
on an arrogant road unresolved

You are potentially my lover
the glisten of dew on your thighs
I'll prose to you in matrimony
a wife of the moment
on the phone across the bar

Be timid and foolish
resign yourself to my arm
A cast-away of emotion
in neon lights you'll go far

Lost, foolish and young
education is important
pay attention to strangers in bars


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A hopeless America

A hopeless America

By: M. MacMinn


A hopeless America

resigned to debt
hungry and over-fed
weak and ignorant
blinded by faith

Taught with broken promises

buried in fear
answered in violence
taken advantage of
over and over and over

Intentionally mislead

mostly for the dollar
and sometimes for the fame

Suicidal and forgotten

destroying with each day
damning the dawn

Forgotten America

to proud to pretend
the dream has died

Welcoming the end



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