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Monologue

Monologue 

secondhand ticks slow, my head is hung low 
drear interior, greys and whites, with flickering lights 
floors so waxed they reflect, myself i can see 
my state is in step with the lighting, jitter 
bitter, the coffee is stale, she was pale 
racing speech, i understand, i comprehend 
my mind moves faster, than a greyhound race. 
wait. 
what did she say, i was distracted 
by that monologue, will those behind me 
not be silent, i just want them to be compliant. 

12/12/21 – Andy McRae

Chilled Autumn Eve

Chilled Autumn Eve 

lost in space, or a bench at a park 
my mind once a swirl, now just as dry as these leaves 
scattered about, shades amber and brown 
i could just drown, in this sea of a park 
trees bare branch, stripped of all 
naked, as the wind caresses us 
chills carry down the timbers, 
but i feel yet not, still fraught 
with a lack, that no chilled autumn eve, 
could ever hack. 

12/12/21 – Andy McRae

Suffering Flowers

Suffering Flowers 

charred scars cover my heart 
touch them 
then suffering flowers out 
a lightning that beats the heart 

stricken, i am at remorse 
my heart sickly from the recourse 

radial new wounds bleed 
sour soon the feel of loss 
taken from me this 

unable 
i lay, i lie 
either way i cry 
under this weight is why 

weep until not 
not is still a lot 
fate is still late 
and the late 
is still lost 

charred scars remain 
new fractals burnt in 
radiate from the origin 
scorched into flesh 
by suffering without rest. 

1/16/22 – Andy McRae

Echoes in Amber Fields

Echoes in Amber Fields 

in the grass, a plain of fields, long afield, nothing else growing near. 

others seen spiriting by the wind, taking in the world, and the sun. 

across in paths, an echo of voices, folded over the breeze, like the color of the seas. 

can wind pick up the sound of fading love, new spirited woven spans, golden rays taken shortly. 

the passing figures drift upon the fields of amber, lost in ways unending, forsook by bouncing echoes, whispers unheard. 

days form into years, end in lives, until all decays away into dust, and wind blows us all away. 

1/11/22 – Andy McRae

In the Shallows

In the Shallows

in shallows i wade, along shores born
of still motion, no breeze to ruffle the leaves
those trees off in the distance, haunt me
with their hanging vines, frozen like a disease

in dark water a bath, yet clear
shows to me the underneath
and my feet are standing on pebbled beach

taken from me, into the lake
every movement i make
a thousand ripples wave
crashing onto shore
tear the whole more

so i stand still, half submerged
in dark waters, afraid to leave
for all that awaits me in retreat
are vines that climb and cover trees

its like a disease

1/15/22 – Andy McRae

Lamp Light in a Tundra

Lamp Light in a Tundra 

orange glow above, lamps lights bright, yet the world seems so dim 
cold breeze carries by, we all are bundled under thick layers 
glass towers rise off to my sides, i must hold back something from my eye 
cars come by, glow off their heads, how can i not feel mine 
in this tundra world, i bath in the aura, under the lamp light 
knowing that my fight, is not out of sight quite yet. 

12/14/21 – Andy McRae

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Befallen Greys

Befallen Greys 

the world before, cast befallen greys 
wandering alone, streets bare of being 
i am here believing, the world is no more. 

head felt that pillow, the world seem torn 
eyes closing, to this paralleled haunt 
now to see clearer, a dream cheerful 
spring bloom, waters flow neat 
in my head the land is healed 
not the disorder disaster i thought. 

eye awaken to the no more 
a wasteland, stretched before 
my head hurt by the sight 
my lungs stung by the gasp 
the air i intake will not last. 

squeezing my eyes shut, 
keep the worn thoughts out 
the world grows cold 
and i pretend i am fine 
all in my mind. 

12/15/21 – Andy McRae

I Sought Out a River

I Sought Out a River 

sought out a river, to find that state 
to be like that river, a serene estate 
banks lined with wet, mossy boulders 
i wade out into the rocks, 
only far enough to feel rushing water, 
on my shins. 

i hike up the river, until i meet a rock 
a face so steep, i fear the drop 
atop this falls water pristine, 
tumbling down in might, into a froth 
until just lapping besides the shore 
this theatrical roar, becomes nothing more 
than a rise by my feet. 

along the shore of the river, stands the pine 
tall, unmoving, but not without vine 
a forest vast, to keep out until the last 
dark in the depths, but here by the river 
the sun shines, i can attest. 

12/12/21 – Andy McRae