Tag Archives: Pain

Essay on time bent

I dreamt of three ladies and I among them. The children were there and laughter caught the air as they frolicked about. Then out the door and down the hall and into the field we went, all they while I … Continue reading

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Last light

I cried. Before me, you Cried first; sitting erect in That fabulous goddamn posture. Tears welled along your fragile Eye line in sparkly puddles, Quivering as I spoke slowly. But the questions full of Of bitter words got tangled, Like … Continue reading

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Blue

Blue and blue and bluer still, Slinking down, becoming chair, Reaching outward,  purple teal, Clouds absorbing,  bruised despair. Twilight stars, staring sullen. Hide and seek among the pain. Hanging insolent, above the fallen, Gazing upward, curse thy name.

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Sins of our weakness

    Should I remove the large old, oblique screwdriver from Your father’s heavy, grey toolbox – you know, the one, That Celia used to stand on in fetching up your bottle, Not so cleverly camouflaged amongst the cluttered mottle. Would … Continue reading

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Fumble, fumble

    That fucker finally died, and left me With all the memories of fumbling around In the dank darkness of the cellar down At the bottom of the stairs, second to last Step always creaked, and my face streaked When … Continue reading

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Oh the secrets

Goddamn, the secrets a woman (man) will tell on standard Sans Seriff and fucking not even know it Why did he (she) choose such as three line stanzas of verse wishing immediately the worst For shit like Vietnam, communist oppression, … Continue reading

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Name of sorrow

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain. – William Shakespeare     What is the book … Continue reading

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