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On The Shelf Of Time Spent (Poem)
blue petals the color of loving eyes
holes half-full of red gumbo clay
scattered notes from a cello sonata
throaty croaks from long-vanished bull frogs
muddy drops from the mountain creek
cracked remnants of forgotten dreams
hollow vase for hollow wishes
a clock that noisily warns of the end
one plank only and it’s getting full
tip all to the bin and walk away
room for someone else now
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Dies Irae (Poem)
there among the stinking ruins
in fallen ash and drifting flame
you search for something lost
around you the Erinyes flicker in the air
hair like tangled wisps of smoke
their snakes’ hiss joining that of the fire
each grim visage darker than char
look up look up before too late
but it is too late, your thread already cut
not just cut, it burns it burns
you failed to pay attention
