words (2)

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my
mouth
speaks words
my soul writes
poetry the stars
are my message the universe
my home my limits undefined
turn around circle
infinite
wide
deep

©A. D. Joyce, 2017

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apartment living

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i remember
sometimes, over and above
the sound of our television,
i could hear her screaming
at her eight year old son roy,
a kid a year younger than me,
who lived in the apartment upstairs.
the louder and more staccato
she would hurl her words,
the more often the counterpoint
of his yelps of pain.
it usually ended
with the thud of his body
slammed against a wall.
we didn’t play together much,
but sometimes i would see him
walking his thin sad-eyed dog
that had bruise marks on his ribs
where roy would kick him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

©A. D. Joyce, 2017

redemption

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i’ve known storms
and arkless floods
been swallowed by whales
been turned into a pillar of salt
in service of a broken heart
been on the wrong side of righteousness
swallowed by the bloody sea
been myopic been slingshot
but i was knocked off my horse
changed my name
and been brought back from the dead
because all i ever had
were songs of redemption
songs of freedom

©A. D. Joyce, 2017