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The Aunt of Lisbon

Those nebulous
Short, squat spiders
Living on
Grief
And hatred of men
They cannot have
They live
In the darkest corners
Of Lisbon
Trying to catch
A man
Their slobbering lust
Give them away
Poisonous pens
Stabbing
Futile in air
Dark is the mind
Of the spider
The only thing keeping you a failure
is believing that you're a failure
 Nov 2016 May
Blair Baker
The Winter Fairy danced last night;
Her Opalescence fell light
upon the trees, now shimmering bright--
in the sunshine, glitter white.

And sugar-paper cut-out trees
Shower snow dust in the breeze
While children, snow up to their knees,
Gather on the village Green.

They trod up hills through the countryside
To find the fastest thrilling ride,
While angels watch on the side lines
Transcendent stamps of winter time
 Nov 2016 May
Blair Baker
Adreneline
 Nov 2016 May
Blair Baker
I’m a tube of toothpaste
With the bottom rolled up tight
And every last bit of peppermint’s
Squeezed out right.
Twisted, empty, crinkled,
Flat out on the windowsill
Minty fumes residual.
 Nov 2016 May
Blair Baker
Gifts from heaven,
the falling leaves.
A golden carpet,
as trees in gracious abandon
unfold in glorious display
a sunlit royal welcome.
Yellow bursts of amber
glistening dew-kissed
droplets of love.
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