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 Jun 2023 Crow
Unpolished Ink
Sea-Flower
you were never one of us
not really
I think you drifted
perhaps we cut you loose
I cannot remember
anyway we meant no harm
we had the shallow callow charm of youth
a cruel chant
which slays the slayer in the end
how could we comprehend your need
or the way that it would end
one cold October day among the ****
pale as apple blossom
Sea-Flower indeed
 Jun 2023 Crow
Donall Dempsey
"STOP SHAKING YOUR EYES AT ME WILL YA!"

You know that thing that
you go upstairs to get

something or
other but

you can't remember
for the life of you

what it was and
then you go back down

and then remember it
and come back up only

to forget it
yet again?

I don't
do that!

I get stuck halfway up
wondering what and who

I am and
if I have a name

and what in
hell it is.

Or when the kettle boils
( I always watch it )

I put it in the fridge
and shout out loud.

"Now where in damnation
it could go I only

had it in my hand
a moment ago."

Or try to pour tea
into an upside down cup

and wonder why
the tea refuses to go

into the cup
what on earth.

Or I keep saying
the same lines

from some cartoon
I have forgotten

"Stop shaking your eyes
at me will ya!"

Oh and what's
the other oh yes

"Stop sawing
the table!"

It's like a day time
television show

"Hello and welcome to
WHO AM I?"

The canned laughter
of reality.

My brain is digging
an escape tunnel

trying to get out
of my head.

I nearly remembered
my name then it was

on the tip of
my tongue but now

. . .it's gone.
 Jun 2023 Crow
ryn
Brook
 Jun 2023 Crow
ryn
A flow so eloquent,

it almost explains the reasons

behind unspoken meanings

and blaring untruths.

A voice for the mysteries of my universe.

Even though it trips in gait,

and speaks in babbles.
 Jun 2023 Crow
Bardo
Still stinking
 Jun 2023 Crow
Bardo
Well I ain't stinking rich
And I ain't stinking poor
I guess what's important is
I'm still here stinking
And I ain't a pile of manure.
Bit of fun.
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