Tag Archives: death

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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Handkerchief

Washing this white handkerchief balanced upon a log, Above a rushing mountain water clear by a foot from My foot and oh, how very cold water from the mountains Feels, or does not feel when, upon wanting all this Red … Continue reading

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Fish Don’t Have Lungs

Flying low, beneath the lowest clouds is an old bird, Old because he flies slow, more of a glide I suppose, Old wings swing up and down briefly, like gasping Lungs of those fish, but fish don’t have lungs, oh … Continue reading

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Mirth

I taste your sex on my tongue like cold salami. Sex on my tongue Your tongue had never been so unscrupulously slutty Unscrupulously slutty. (And still you smoked afterward.) Are we conscious in the dungeon of our pleasures. The dungeon … Continue reading

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