Doubts

from A Wayward Mirror by Errant Boy

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Look out my window, back of one.
Throw out my misplaced intentions.
The wind whispers to me, 'You're beaten'.
The night packs a punch like McGuigan's.

And I'm weaving through you and your distant monologue.

Without a thought in my head, a word in my mouth,
we stand together at the back of the house.
I knew you were scared, you knew I had doubts.
We're still together as if that's what counts.

We stop at the sound of the cri de coeur.
Exit the garden and lock the door.
The light leaves the house in caricature.
Between dog and wolf, dusk's imprimatur.

And I'm weaving through you and your distant monologue
on mistrust and solitude, until I find myself punch drunk.

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from A Wayward Mirror, released April 1, 2016

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