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Skin

  

Spirits shifting places

Books gathering dust

Clinging to curios

Arranged in methodic

Mystic order

Peel back the grin

Shed the familiar

Skin

Beneath it all

We are the same

The differences

Marvels and shame.

© Erik Hansen 2015

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4-18

  

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Salient soldiers seeking

Fierce Fomorian foes.

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Thread

  

Slow down the years

A tired town lingers

Hanging on by just

A thread

Unravelled from a well worn

Coat that clings

To cardboard cut out 

Scarecrow shoulders.

Broken apple crates

Lean in drunken stacks

And the green sea of suckers

Rises up in its hungry overgrowth 

to swallow idle tractors

And broke wheeled wagons

By the hundreds.

© Erik Hansen 2015

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Vernal

  

The pools are temporary

Full for a time

Drying up now, receding 

They leave their stain

Upon the flattened leaves

Like symbols 

The likenesses of Gods

Nearly forgotten

Ghosting the niches

In human consciousness

Trailing shared memories 

Across the timeless skies

Watching, waiting

For their inevitable filling

To begin again.

© Erik Hansen 2015

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Asphalt

  

Cracked pavement

Cracked sidewalks

The heat rises from it

Stinging smog drifts

Into itching eyes

Seek it out

That blossom striving forth

From the splits

In asphalt streams.

© Erik Hansen 2015

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Folly Bridge

  

Spring days like this 

Bring to mind brightly

Oxford, the Thames

Its murky waters put to shame

By the green, grassy banks

Sloping gently towards her

Pubs beckoned and we answered

Their gritty come ons

And whisky whispers

To stagger over

The Folly Bridge pints full

Your tight wire act amusing

Even after the silence

Then the splash

As you tumbled off

And in.

 © Erik Hansen 2015

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Ink

  

The distinction lies

Within the paragraph

Each sentence

Handed down

Read line by line

Between them too

Perspective becomes

A line to cross

A lie to fabricate

A conversation initiated

Upon a point

Decided on

A heavy pen

Poised 

Over Dollar Store paper

A nickel plated dream

Rusted in their minds.

 © Erik Hansen  2015

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Four Twelve

  

       

Sixty degrees fahrenheit

Sun soaked skin

Warmed through

To your toes

Blood moves

Molasses

A nap

Sounds pretty good

Right now.

4/12/15

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Four Ten

  

     

Slow melting snow

Exposes piles of month old

Deer shit

Dead mice and dead brown oats

Cast offs 

Of winter’s careless wake

Exposed to the sun

That sits higher in the sky

Plans revealed

Like lines on your hands

Fortunes and fates

Gods and flaws.

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4*9

  

The ache in your hands

Will not go away

Arthritic joints 

Crumbling cartilage

Stumbling through days

Years ago you were a flame

Meteoric 

Euphoric

A dark star

Slipping behind the shadow

Of a moon waxed full

Awake with the knowledge

That love was made of gravity

Awake with the fear

That comes to us all

Slick with sweat

Alone in the night

Aware that the promise

Was in the ending.

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