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Nothing is as dark as my body
and you are sad...
here we are
back on the far side
otherwise known as
Monday.

as the bus conductor said,
room for more gloom on top
but
I'll stop with the moaning
and bid you, yes you
a good morning.

The weekend.

Sunday morning,
went to the dentist
he told me
( that'd be the old me )
it was going to cost,
the young me
( that'd be me last century )
would have told him
to get lost

but needs must,
when your teeth are bust
it's just so unfair.

She,
kissed me and said,
there, there,
there's a light at the end
of the tunnel.
I  never forget
wherever you are,
or
however far away,
it
will always be yesterday
to me.
  Oct 2022 The Sick Red Carnation
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alone by the fire
memories dance upon embers
then burst into flames
When the sun shines through my hand,
red and pink through my fingers,
the inside out.

When the sun makes shadows of my hand,
shade to my fingers,
darkness across my page.

When the sun shines, I climb line after line
from one rhyme to the next
unchecked from the deep,
to new depths, from newer heights!
To greater red and dark lights!
Writing on a bench in Kew in the sun.
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