Tag Archives: death

Convenience store

I was certain that what passed For courage, was but a sudden lapse Of judgement, the steel cylinder Had clicked with that dreadful Metalic CLICK of the instant Death comes round and quietly Steals the soul. He moved though, with … Continue reading

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Red Knife

Nothing is sacred anymore, Even less is blasphemous. Sin as construct, Calls the pious to act, I killed my neighbor’s Chickens. The blood scarlet red. Would you judge my sin? Here, take the knife, Everything is blasphemous, As she cried … Continue reading

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Something like dying

  There are days when life is grand, Sold as fresh as morning fish Still scented with briny ocean dew, Eyes clear, flesh firm, glistening Pink hues held together by Indigo hued lines in unison. Days like these we hold … Continue reading

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A small depression

Out back there is a cool spot in the yard. On fall nights the air pools there leaving a Misty white sheet draped like Those American flags on the boys boxes Coming home from some far nation, Solemn, cold, dark … Continue reading

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Calling all cars

  Little puffs of the dandelion riding spring breezes, Maybe miles, maybe more, little spores finding new Pastures. Millenniums. Wars trodding over their minute buds, Fallen sons choking as they grasp bloodied swords, Then the droughts, then the floods, then … Continue reading

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Broken smokestacks

Washing up for dinner I thought of the old ruins, Rusted steel twisted over concrete grown over again With nettle,ivory thistle and honeysuckle green against Darker shadows lurking no matter the time I would pass. The little black dog limped … Continue reading

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To the stars return

The old man bent. Brown skin of leather. Old. Except he was not old By clicks measured in other Times. He would come and go, He would sing aloud, Slowly. The old man knew many Worlds of many suns Fading. … Continue reading

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