Invention
my name is
invention
not for naught
relax
lift me
high
a
soldier’s shield
a well-worn
patina
get in
close
its
time
© 2014, J.H.
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Going Home
timing and options unacceptable home from the marching a message inside which is that? why not cut it clearly in the morning hush of yesterday i am once again in the wrong direction on to the sky or do we grow i considered that which i have received the harder to balance oh i wish it anything but far far away i will be in my bitterness standing tall head high eyes closed in case the circle a slowly expanding cloud goes to nothing the last order i won’t let it oh i have taken the blow © 2013 J.H.
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