Pennies on My Eyes

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I’m an unfertilized egg
accidentally hatched,
pecking in the dirt
with my chickenscratch.
Fox in the henhouse
looking for some dinner.
Looks at me like a
Three Piece and a biscuit.
I’m not trying to be in her.
Keeping my eyes peeled
for the Snake in the grass,
forked up tongue always
flickering fast,
who pretends to warn me
of the Hawk in the skies,
but my trust is always
paid back with
pennies on my eyes.
~
M. Zane McClellan
~
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    If Refugees Were Whales

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    ​Maybe if they had
    beached themselves,
    or gotten lost
    in the doldrums
    between starvation
    and war,
    or wound up anywhere
    beside the ocean
    instead of in it.
    So much driftwood
    washed up on a
    Libyan shore.
    Abandoned by purveyors
    of misery,
    Human Traffickers
    galore.
    Devoid of humanity
    ruthless and cruel,
    Summa cum laude graduates
    of the
    kill or be killed school.
    Maybe if refugees
    had oil,
    rare metals,
    or even chocolate,
    maybe then we’d notice,
    or at least pretend
    to give a shit.
    ~
    M. Zane McClellan
    ~
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    You-logy

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    ​I am lost
    in a maze of
    memories.
    Unsure which
    are my own.
    Triggered
    by a glimpse
    from the corner
    of my eye,
    or
    an aroma
    I can’t identify;
    by nearby conversation,
    the turn of
    a phrase,
    I am transported
    to yesterdays;
    to walks and talks,
    to me and you.
    The simple things
    we used to do.
    As palpable to me
    as the here,
    as the now.
    I want to remain,
    but don’t know how.
    Be it dream,
    or nightmare,
    my only wish,
    to sleep.
    Sunrise breaks
    through the window,
    and with each,
    and every awakening
    I weep,
    oh how I weep.
    ~
    M. Zane McClellan
    ~
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    Carry Me Into Night

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    ​We bodysurfed.
    Then a wave
    took you away,
    even as it
    tossed me ashore.
    We reached
    for one another,
    reached our limits.
    Our fingers
    never touched.
    I went with the flow.
    You, the undertow;
    carried away
    beyond the breakers.
    I lay on the sand
    gasping for breath,
    pain in my chest.
    Lifeguards pressed
    in Bee Gees rhythm,
    forced me to 
    Stay alive,
    Stay alive,
    Stay alive.
    Mandatory loneliness
    I must abide,
    and spewed all
    that was swallowed
    when trying
    to get to you.
    Drenched from
    the sweat
    of dry heaves,
    bile turns me
    inside out. 
    It leaves a
    bitter taste,
    a lingering doubt.
    I watch the sea
    from the dunes,
    at sunrise, wishing
    high tide will
    bring you home;
    at sunset, hoping
    the low tide
    will take me,
    carry me into 
    night.
    ~
    M. Zane McClellan
    ~
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    Sorrow like the Sargasso Sea

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    ​I drift in and out
    of a deeper blue,
    pushed and pulled
    by conflicting currents,
    by thoughts and feelings
    of and about you.
    Wider than the
    Sargasso sea.
    Tall weeds waving
    in murky depths.
    Sometimes I am forced
    to hold my breath,
    to reach
    a deeper part of me,
    when lost in doldrums,
    my personal gyre.
    I no longer trust the
    compass of my heart.
    Too often it has
    misled me,
    too often proved
    the liar.
    ~
    M. Zane McClellan
    ~
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