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Today is such a beautiful day
I'm lining my pockets with leftovers
So all the bits and pieces I save
Can be enjoyed for later

Once I get the day back home
And lay it out on the table
I'll take canning jars and put it all in
Each one with a different label

I'll label one "The Perfect Sunshine"
Another "The Right Amount Of Clouds"
I'll put "The Cool Breeze and Birds Song" both together
They'll mix well when I let them out

I'll add the laughter of the children
Cheerfully in their play
The fragrance of flowers in the fields
To my jars of beautiful day

There's no need to put a date on them
A day like this could never go bad
Perhaps I will add a special note
Open...for the best day you've ever had
Love has killed
m'heart,
which should have made
it
live.
Out the cot
man goes
to return
to the coffin.
He that will the world
remould
should first himself recast.
 May 2014 Raphael Uzor
Nickols
Time.
A
fickle
thing,
indeed.

Neither here
Nor there.

But
somewhere
always
in
between.
© Victoria
The fall of any man is
hid
in forbidden things.
Mosquitoes never lie,at least when they come close you know they want you.Even if its just for a moment.

Mosquitoes never lie,immediately they painlessly insert their mouth into you,you know its just you and them,no third party involved

And for that moment its just you both,you gain nothing from the mosquito except its presence,it gains a food source

Then as swiftly as it came it goes,leaving behind an itch and a realization.....

Oh wait
Mosquitoes do lie,
Just like you
I have an impecable memory
But has love forgotten me?
Fiction
 May 2014 Raphael Uzor
r
Train
 May 2014 Raphael Uzor
r
No trains in this town
Not the passenger kind, anyhow
Unless you are a hobo
Riding the rail
Singing clickety-clack, clickety-clack
Dreaming of a girl
A pint of Beam
A lost dog named Woof
wearing a red bandana
Warm nights
Sunshine
Sweet Georgia.

r ~ 5/25/14
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