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A Sailed Ship
by Michael Plante Remember me as I was,for time has stolen my mindand my body has come to still.I shall never sail the water’s deep again,or twist the tides of youth.Those days are goneas is my mind. Open to a… Continue reading
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Everybody Smokes Crack
by Michael Plante Plumes released into the night skya million stars to play withstreet dancers call out to dreamerswanting more than they can handle. A piece of luxury upon my pipepays the rent above the soilhell pays the price when… Continue reading
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A Death In Mimico
by Michael Plante The time on the clock stopped at 12am.far off in the distance I could hear the motors of the waiting trainsthe sodium lights cast an orange hue into the darknessfrom the yard where the nightshift worked. The… Continue reading
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Cheez Whiz Sandwiches
by Michael Plante Pink motels along the highwayfornication with a syringeso blinded by the sickness I can’t seeany way around this life.When I was a child I never had a gunjust a stone I threw through a windowI was just… Continue reading
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Going Home
by Michael Plante Blue skies aboverolling clouds that look like homefar away from those that lovealone with those that show no mercy. Am I being punished for being born?Is it my skin?Or the color of my eyes?Or am I just… Continue reading
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The Republic of Alice
by Michael Plante I’ve surfed the rabbit hole of illusiona dark twisting vortex of imaginationand landed with a thud that shook the worldas the queen of hearts cried in the night. I ate rabbit stew because he was too opinionated… Continue reading
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Mother Asked Why
by Michael Plante Intuitively I push the envelope to the edge-Mother asked why?I could never answer.Scribed on the envelope was My Lifedetails nobody knew about.The thoughts taken into a nightmareexposed my weaknessand fortified my tenacity. The envelope teetered on the… Continue reading
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Goodnight America
by Michael Plante Riding the coattails of insanity,grasping the tail of the purple elephantlicking a silver-plated spoon made of ledtransfixed by the wick’s amber.Good night Americathe doors are closed. Outsiders live on the fringesleeping on vacant sofasoffice workers shuffle their… Continue reading
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Cannibal Spirits
by Michael Plante I sit with God in the outbacka deserted place void of human contactmy faith in people lay like sun-bleached bonesscattered around the barren placed in a symbolistic manner.If life came with a warning symbolit would have been… Continue reading
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The Rabbit Hole
by Michael Plante I paid Attention a visit,she was sitting on a hillside under a treesurrounded by daisies and tall grasswearing a white gown and sunhat. She was smoking a pipe and blowing smoke rings into the airwhich she pushed… Continue reading
