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Sometimes I just get high
and drift away
for a couple of hours
like the coward that I am.
Then I bake a cake in my birthday suit
got out for a smoke and I'm zooted
feelings totally muted,
it's gettin' late and
I can't find a way out of this
game that I'm losing,
so,
sometimes I just get high
and drift away
for a couple of hours
like the coward that I am.
it's so nice to fade
become a shade that passes through
flits from room to room
with nothing to do

Daniel Magner 2015
 Feb 2015 little Bird
Jeffrey Pua
What a classic tragedy!
A small fragility
     Covered by fragilities.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
 Feb 2015 little Bird
Kristica
10w
 Feb 2015 little Bird
Kristica
10w
tell me honest,
does the pain ever truly go away?
please don't say no.
Street plows
Push snow waves
To douse
My shovelled drive.
A wicked wind carries a witch's spell
it's chill belying
the magma of hell
brought forth by incantations
drawing deep
from a dark magic well
The willow's sigh combines with the whisper
beckoning  me tither
to an alter made from black iron
crowned by scepters
on which two crows perch
the earth around me seizes and spurts
with dead hands erupting from
the earth
Daniel Magner 2015
Do spiders ever
paint themselves into corners?
Humans often do.
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