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If The Crown Fits
Heavy Tonight
Cap tight — lid on lid,
a crown un-bejeweled lifted
from sour skull with scowl into a fast mirror
that reflects, but quicker deflected.
Eyes trained by shame, resulting guilt,
spark self-doubt
that I should reveal, yet conceal
anger, easily expressed ignorantly
since youth. Does it make me wiser
to self-contain in a powder keg?
I remove the denim, unbuttoned,
slide into my easy chair, no care
for a throne. I’m no king where I roam.
Should I roam? with tired words,
worn expressions as deep as furrowed brows
yearning rest, one good night’s sleep?
I lay the head on not one, but two pillows
fresh, adorned by the dryer’s heaven scent.
Hope just one dream from youth
returns again, tonight.
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