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After Shock

We stood in shock. Our city in flames. Praying for rain. Until the flood came. We took shelter in the church. Hallelujah. We died in shock. Laid to rest by our shocked friends. Pennies on our eyes trembling from waking terrors. In nomine Patris. Wet ghoulish faces sipped soup from cracked bowls on those Lisbon [...]

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Of What Man Is

My God, I am dying and with me goes my God. My God, can ashes catch an image other than of death – Of death, of what we have come from and to what we will return. My God, can I be with you without being you and what of those I leave behind. I [...]

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Nature knew I would later write about her in the context of some Mercurial poem – One that before collecting some dust just barely missed the trash barrel that had collected the more ill-formed siblings. It’s a rather Spartan practice I suppose to dash such children against the rocks. It wasn’t their fault their feet were [...]

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He Never Spoke…

His voice, captured in ink Knows not time on the letter Too old to fold. His thoughts could do no better than to leave his mouth and sink through the paper he gave his life to. I had just told you, I had just said my father was a silent man His word sold for gold A [...]

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A man with nothing to wear but belief Crawls, his belly toward hell, over A street with cobblestone teeth. Roadside vendors sell their vices and prayers with stoney answers. Above them the giant clock tower eye’s hands are tied with tears From the ashen faced sky. Two lovers are the masons of a desire Killing [...]

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They’ll still play, because their human; even though life is away They’ll still play With Bones as their drumstyx, Fingernail picks for fat licks, Because their human. They’ll still play the blues Even with nothing left to loose they’ll still play On drums made of skin, Guitar’s with sinews streched thin, Because they are human. They’ll [...]

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Hung

A tremendous blow a heart string to hang from curling like a question mark Once inside. A punctuated equilibrium swinging back and forth like a pendulum, The crowd gathered sighs. The man doesn’t die, not yet, that would be kind So he swings, swings, swings, in the wind and can only whisper “why”. A final [...]

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It was on this very spot, this pile of dirt we bought, that our father once stood He lived through wars we fought, and he never forgot that evil comes from good. Is he in the wind, or in the mind, the absolute of history, or the grace of time, In her hand, or in [...]

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“In line with protocol seven, two, four, two, three, In the light of evidence presented to me, and the congregation of equals assembled here, by the power invested by the supreme and austere, His Eminence the Executive, so endowed by the equal citizens In reference to the God they once worshiped, I sentence you with removal, with no [...]

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Somewhere, is some forgotten attic Seven fanatic wise men drink and talk while they think about quantum love, and the leaping of the heart super strings between energy levels. 70 frantic fingers, bound with seven rings Fondle rapidly aging pages as dry as their skin. Silently the sages calculate the weight of loneliness, or the [...]

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