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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 humming of the motors lasted into the nightand I sat there with you one last…
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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 trying to wake you upbut you were passed out on the floor. I remember you…
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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 a pawn in a game of chess? Is this all they have to offeris this…
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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 for my likingtossed in some mushrooms and a caterpillar just for funthen rode the Cheshire…
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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 edgeof life and death.The weight of nightmares pulls it to the darknesswhile sunshine pushed it…
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