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Saturday, November 23, 2019
Free As A Bird
Think of the wind
With nary a care
In the world and you
Carrying no name.
Thursday, November 21, 2019
Speculation, Ltd.
Where the world was
Already over the end,
And in deep
Shit long before you went
Ahead and gave it
What it lacked the least—
Another plunger.
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
Blasphemous Ephemeral Mortal
God is running late
And the poor man bursts
Because he can’t wait.
—Greek proverb
God,
Everything in
Good time you say,
I say this
Damn specious life flies, so
Will your precious lies, what
Say you to that?
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Don't Ask: Questions Of Indirection From The Boondocks Of The Southern Peloponnese
Where but where you are
Now could you have been
Happier? Here where
The last thing you need
To ask is if you are.
Monday, November 11, 2019
In The Dark No More
Your eyes are getting very heavy—
Soon the lids will shut tight
And you will enter a space full
Of light unlike the one you were in for
So long before—that one had a door,
This one has one too but
It’s never been opened before.
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