Since this is it make him pay.Sit him in a swivel that spinstill he sees so many facesand has to feed one.Then march him to…
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Oh tiny one how large you are.You contain in one cubic inch of watergreater numbers than all the stars.Still who can believe in the hereafter?Is…
Comments closedSo much is out there.How do you proposeto be seen?Turn into a flying fishuntil you are one. Or go to the freezer and fry up…
Comments closedI’ve said something that’s been saidbut not said in the same way.Is it so important that I’m uniqueor as bleak as Beckett on a summer…
Comments closedO you are so solid.Angles sharp. Divinely defined.On one end you’re stolid.But lying worse than blind. While I’m a flighty stringstill wishing to attach.Flakey me…
Comments closedI close my eyes. The color goes.What do you propose I call it?BLACK as black. The circadian throes.Death moving on for the Stoicto hook-up with…
Comments closedThere are more poets than branches in a forest.And each branch bears enough nuts to topple a tree.Any tree left standing to ill-fated windsdeserves to…
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