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Andy Plumb Nov 2011
in a tiny hotel
with only one room
and a single bed
that folds up into a chair
a light flickers throughout the night
people go there to forget
to forgive
to disintegrate
to reinvigorate
my story is of a woman
stressed in multiples
and tired from prayer
she unlayers herself for sleep
first the anvil
then the gun
she dreams of stark blues
and ransomed kisses
she awakens in a house
a 1000 miles away
her husband is not her husband
her children are not her children
her life, somebody else’s,
she can only smile
as she awaits a brand new day...
Andy Plumb Oct 2011
I’m a hodgepodge today
partly truce and partly friction
In angelic disarray
I veil myself in primrose and rhyme
and skate across a frozen lake
past chilled goblins on stilts &
princesses pierced with sorrow and doubt
the day surrenders to a night of unsightly sounds
strangled breaths emerging from the lower depths
the dance of the crows has begun

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