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 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
nivek
Swinging legs from out the warmness of two quilts and heavy blankets
I dip my toes into today testing the coldness of January
the wind has slammed rain against the walls nonstop for two days and nights wailing like a thousand banshees and whistling a ghostly opera
nothing fleshy moves about outside, all cowers in their dens and houses
while the weather claims the land her own and nobody argues.
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
JR Rhine
Pleasing primordial instincts: to blame
Odious constructed mores, or simply
Raptures dwelling within?
Numbing sensations cry out to
Omnipresent nicotine screens;
Gargoyles perch on the ridges
Retching earthly filth and heavenly blessings
Across my fragile conscience.
Paradox in the words I speak,
Harboring images I dare not peek; perpetually ashamed by
Yearnings to please the body and punish the mind.
We'll find a way out of this mess.
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