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Solitude Reigns

  Solace comes but once a day, Lying upon the back, Venus Neatly bright to your left, Burning the black night white. Stillness but once a morn, Cold fog sits among the dew, Heavy as her breast did hang, Still … Continue reading

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Nothing of dirt

Digging a hole, deeper and wider Filling it with assonance, Assonance, assonance. Digging a whole, family divider Filling it with arrogance Arrogance, arrogance. Digging a grave, marked out beside her, Filling it with happenstance Happenstance, happenstance. For all the life … Continue reading

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Flowers Laughing

  She stepped out again to smoke. To sit among her garden flowers, Now laughing; and quietly wile away A day with lilies, dahlias, iris and Bright wisteria scents slashing. Laughing at nothing but happy and gay, And her smoke … Continue reading

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To the writer

Tell us not about your pain, nor how badly you were hurt. We do not wish to read of blame; waste not the words in fruitless work. The value to the reader,  rather, is knowing what you saw, In standing … 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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Swimming in the bottle

All of man, all of man, all of man. Who can be man of all, man of all and Yet not man of himself, he who swims In this bottle of mirth, daily drawing Down the birth of its opening … Continue reading

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Wonder

Cherry blossoms like snow falling lightly, Like your tears dampening a shaded patch Of the green grass where we lie wondering Why clouds cannot simply stop their going. All of the images at once appear in symphony. The cool wind … Continue reading

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