Marty B Washere, the madman with the pen

06/17/2026

lightning strikes

lightning strikes
and I’m alone
this is another
superstorm
of emotion
dark devotion
staring into the void
thunder echoes
the length of my soul
and casually
wraps itself
in unusual fear
hear the baby cry
the old man lie
one old baby man
body decayed
from years of
misuse, abuse
and lack of care
lightning strikes
and I’m alone…

marty 06/16/2026



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06/16/2026

other choices
not chosen
would it still be the same
would you know my name
or would I be
just a shadow
in periphery
dominos falling
as if on cue
would it be you
would it be you
the devil never shows
details lost to shadows
muddied in the dirt
and still, you know
it does not hurt
other choices
not chosen…

marty 06/15/2026



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06/16/2026

closer than you know

closer than you know
closer than a second skin
closer than a shadow
in the dead of night
can’t get away, I can’t
depression, a second skin
I’m fine, I’m fine, I lie, I lie
darkness a constant companion
there is no doubt, no doubt
closer than a shadow
in the looking glass
closer than a second skin
closer than an original sin
closer than you know
death is everywhere you go

marty 06/15/2026



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06/15/2026

new moon

with the coming of June
a new moon
a little sliver
for a little while
a little bit of “wow”
a little pizzaz
walking holding hands
staring up at the heavens
warm nights, silver moon sliver
a little slice of beauty
no words, just feeling
new moon magic

marty 06/15/2026



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06/14/2026

nothing more (than smoke)

you read me my rights
you read me my wrongs
never knew that list
was so fu***ng long
never cared, still don’t
just tired of your noise
I was in love, first love
but it was all your lie
never saw the knife
just felt it in my back
you’re dancing in the moonlight
I’m the walking wounded
the walking wounded and the damned
you never cared, you still don’t
what I thought we had
was nothing more than smoke

marty 06/14/2026

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06/14/2026

guitar screams
squeal and moans
hear the fingers fly
thoughts all alone
drums play the minimum
shuffle beat, cymbals ride
guitar cries bass holds the ground
hear my train a coming
Hendrix fades off into the ether…
Coasters roll in to fill the space
rockin robin, too
now don’t call us
we’ll call you

marty 06/14/2026

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06/14/2026

ghosts of things

ghosts of things
gone by
ghosts of things
make me cry
too many moments
lost as they pass
too many moments
empty glass
things that could have been
you and I
things that pass unseen
did we try
ghosts of futures
passed by
other choices made
other cards played
other paths walked
and you never knew

marty 06/14/2026



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06/14/2026

things I missed

things I missed
first love, first kiss
things I never knew
oblivious, no clue
just had to reach out my hand
but I didn’t understand
always there, always here
it was so clear, always near
surround me in the classroom
love falling off to it’s doom
things I missed
love in bloom

marty 06/14/2026



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