Downloads

Downloads

By: M. MacMinn

We can do it
wake up the world,
Wake up

It's not with a feel good folk movement
It's with a scolding, with disappointment

You are an inferior child
doused in privilege
spray tanned and sullen

You require endless delusion
bottomless mimosas
and Superbowl Sundays, everyday

You are forgotten to yourself
a creature of gloss and magazines
Pop culture and Pepsi-cola
endless emptiness
and porn downloads

So we're listening
what words do we see

There is a structure and a scent to the color
a feel to the lo-glow of the candles burning

The chant of the songwriter
the antics of the company
and the PSA of sorrow

The hidden humanity
concealed from us all
the strangers of suffering
the celebrators of static


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Note. 3

Note. 3

by: M. MacMinn


Anxious, worked up, severed

scribbling in the dark of the shaking light
abrupt flashes of security and hope


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Tied Bows

Tied Bows

By: M. MacMinn

She walks in smooth and casual strokes
her beauty slicing the air
she seems like a dream, dancing through tied bows
that hidden child that knows too much
to let her sadness show

When time has come to cast away
the age old beauty's grown
more days have come and light has dawned
shouting days to weeks to months to years
in decades, and centuries collapse

Rebirth, awake and lapse


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The Road to Tennessee

The Road to Tennessee

By: M. MacMinn


There is a special silence in the south

It's embracing, like a snug hug,
warm and comforting.

It's in the air

It's also stern,
impending and harsh
Raw and natural
on every given day

You can bask in it
and hide from it
all at once

Vast, open and slow


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Demands

Demands

By: M. MacMinn

I'd chosen to run
just as far as I could
to block out or muffle
each attempt at words

to protect and comfort
only myself
while carrying the torch
seasoned in help

I've held it so long
it's burning my hands
scorching my breath
and clouding my plans

A soul left forgotten
lying in bed
passing back and forth
lost in my head

I listen, intently
at attention I stand
in fear and silence
I'll bend on demand

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Silent Pictures

Silent Pictures

By: M. MacMinn


Silent pictures
we sneak, we watch, we draw
Your victim doesn't know they are a picture
your picture
As you are unaware that you are words

Sleek and smooth
observant and unknowing
take off

Now we fly

Your eyes are quicker than my own
For mine linger and watch
Resting behind you
I wonder if you feel these looks

We are flying


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Unable To Say Why

Unable to Say Why

By: M. MacMinn

My eyes are not open
My mind, not switched on
My body, draped with clothing
My belly, full with breakfast
My thoughts are fluttered from the night before

How such fun turned so poorly upon confession
A notion hard to hear
playfulness forgotten and left
as quickly as it began

Absent in the daylight
vanished in the shine of a beautiful day
The air as cool as my heart
The street as empty as my compassion
and just as unable to explain

You are thinking about this incorrectly
though, I am unable to say why


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