Brent Vickers
Mar 16, 2021

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a series of thoughts i had while visiting a town i used to live in (3/16/21): a poem

i

take note the way i snap
against the jagged chenier of your body's shape
a toy for your costal hinterland
your tide's marionette

ii

when i moved to this city you promised
we'd be together forever;
what happened when the last candle
snuffed...

i welcome our ghost town into my soul
to better understand
the cartography of darkness

iii

death is the easy way out,
they said.
so easy
the bell tolls

iv

light is not welcome here
there us no blanket of stars
cold dead things lie in wait
don’t open your eyes
i won’t be here in the morning

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