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Onoma
Poems
Jan 2023
Playtime Perimeter
those malevolent
mittens of botched blood —
reaching out from the pungent
dusk that paints its
locket of twilight.
neck-deep in childhood…
detached from a mazy
network of breath.
bridging the gap of far gone —
with the intermittent
dress-up of a ghost.
stealing into an abandoned
rusty tool shed, peeled
from the scalp of a
backyard.
filling it with baby jars
of soil — damp with
boyhood touches made dark.
now cursing with the tongues
of worms.
embalming the stillness
of a premature leaving —
an act too solitary to
be re-committed.
grass shaken from dust,
a windup box, a perimeter
of playtime.
now punished by that punctual
occurrence —
with a daily limitlessness.
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