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Wednesday, June 30, 2021
Ossuary Dust
For those grief-stricken
To the marrow, black is
Never black enough, white
Has to be washed clean
To the bone, ashes are
Best left alone.
Friday, June 25, 2021
Definitely Not My Cup Of Tea
Get outta here, cupcake!
Of what use is a slam
Bang-up ejaculating protesting
Poet who loves sucking
Up the limelight but lacks
The balls to give snow-
Flakes like us the finger?
Wednesday, June 23, 2021
After Seferis
Don’t waste the breath
That spirit gave you—
Breathe new life into it,
Then
pass it on.
Sunday, June 20, 2021
Good Old Salt Of The Earth
The newcomers
To the game
Ready or not, they’ll come
Seek us out come hell
Or whatever’s left
Of high water the moment
We’ve run out of places
To hide and stranded
In the salt pans and long past
Healing, the waves begin
To lick old wounds again.
Tuesday, June 15, 2021
Mad Air Of Minimalism
the
small
birds
twittering
there-
in
the
heart
of
the
flowering
pomegranate,
their
twiggy
throats
pulsing
the
all-
encompassing
fruity
morning
air.
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