
would crawl
back
in
given free
choice,
should i bore
song-
i’ll grow in
voice,
chiming
on-
nightingale
summons
dawn.


would crawl
back
in
given free
choice,
should i bore
song-
i’ll grow in
voice,
chiming
on-
nightingale
summons
dawn.

don’t let drapes
lull ya,
lass-
hailstorm’s
abreast,
indenting
chest-
hiding
home’s best,
out with that
trash..
into mud
bath.


husking
hair-
to
savor
inside’s
why i
weather
the drunken
wagon
ride-
clouds
over eyes.


the
perfect
playmate,
the best of
every
day,
a rainbow over
drought..
when scene’s
chewed
up
in and
out,
ideal
playmate
for virtual
game.
bracelet always
where i
rest
it,
next to wanting
wallet,
coffee
ring
like skull and
bones..
around my
phone’s
not
where i
left
it,
next to missing
wallet.

reissuing of collection from autumn, 2021
results from ’round the clock,
retouched and
re-exposed,
24 poems in
24 hours
to divert
hands from strokes
more dour,
24
omens-
24 hours a
season
each turn
hurts,
24 excuses to
shower
in
dirt.

*available at no charge*
no refunds. 😉
+++
e-book: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/QJVrPi4KyTSwL121yU4HSw
document:
Blood Moon
Mary
spinning
solo
in
meadow
at dusk’s
kiss,
catch her
flash,
seldom fogged
by shadow,
face to
stars,
next to rusted
wreck
only gets
the
past so
far.

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