Poem

The dark has a way of whispering
thoughts into our subconscious
just before we sleep

-M. Taggart

poem

My heart is easy enough to please
It’s my mind that wonders
What the middle of time looks like

-M. Taggart

I don’t buy the narrative

I can’t wait
to see what happens
to me when I’m dead.

-M. Taggart

Poem

saw a trapped window inside our mind
there was no one to open it
caught in the construct of a thought

-M. Taggart

poem

Sometimes I tell myself to focus,
then I think, “Why?”
Doing nothing gets busy too.

-M. Taggart

poem

Why should the burning streets
be the awakening smell we walk with
after lying so still in sheets

-M. Taggart

poem- run along, time.

The most exceptional thing
happened when time ran out-
and it was absolutely nothing.

-M. Taggart

Poem

Sometimes words rich with meaning
fall too far into the bucket.
Having traded relevance for admiration.

-M. Taggart

poem

Our last thought
wished you to being
as the world watched

-M. Taggart

Three lines

I see no reason to not be myself
It took me a long while to get here
I like the view

-M. Taggart

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