petal by petal

feather-pendulum descends

              you fall and wither




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little bundle
loud and quiet
always in cookie jar

meatball slaloms
sudsy soap and
band-aid wrappers

life, once tabula rasa
an empty page
now coloured-in*



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unsleep now; keep still
unwakened dreams

a sun shall set
a moon will rise
a star falls, shooting
kissing dirt, no small
earthbound consolation

even in shadows, evening
dancers pave paths into dark
bear upon themselves, yearnings  

bare feet, tip-toe-ing into
slivers of this moonlit night

angels dare not wander off
deft fingers drift among
slumbering fragrant blooms

here, where fireflies
have up and flown
please, please, promise
not to rouse the dream*




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On powd'ry grains of sand
at genial island's narrow end,
        morning gently breaks:

casting stones at crested waves;
cheeks still moist, in briny breeze.*



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There are shadows all over
shining darkly in reverse;
pointy ears of impish horns,
whose stalks ravaged-worn;
chant rondeaus of dank curses
o
.n   .
  
  
        a sea of four-leaf clover.

The reason for our articulation
is simple and utilitarian-
we don't seek perfection,
but seek elusive ablution.

Perfection is reserved for those
with time to spend and money to burn.
Our slavish souls require release,
whose ransom necessitates recompense:

Expiated expeditiously, in a flurry
of words that scathe our every thought.*



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a quick notion of poetry in motion
dare you click the link
find yourself taken
             for a ride

some, too many, find this
diversion annoying
others, on the other hand
don't mind...

      whoppee, for a joy ride!*



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forgiveness- unnecessary option
save it for the birds and bees
get off your calloused knees
spare us each slimy fabrication
neither brew concocted apologies
your prophecies of eternal peace
have no hope or home among these*




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There are far more people
that struggle in life, like me

than there are successful,
made and together, like you:

so please, uninvite me, yet again,
but let me be;
         without that dangling carrot,*    I   A M    F R E E .



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psychological warfare 101
oldest trick in the book
throw it back in their faces
without remorse or afterthought




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