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Archive for the month “November, 2017”


I am the souls of the dead

who linger in cemeteries

incapable of finding their way

to other realms

loathe to leave their hollowed out corpses

left to rot in Sunday finery













I am the leaves
falling from the trees
crushed beneath your feet without a second thought
I am nothing to you
you do not gather me
and save me
you allow me to float on the breeze
hither and yon
coming to rest under long dead peony bushes
I sing songs
and recite poetry of a season
which passes too quickly
but you do not stop to listen
for you are preoccupied
with thoughts of flowers your mind deems more beautiful than me

Torture Chambers

I can still see you there
reclined on the rug
in my empty rental house
was that the 100th time I knew I loved you
I know it wasn’t the first
as that was many years before
if I was honest
I think I loved you the first time I met you
how does that happen
I don’t know
but now you’re long gone
left in anger
still I recall the feel of your hands
working hands
the smell of the outdoors locked in the weave of your clothes
and my mind
will continue torturing me with the details of you
until I die
and on into my next lifetime

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