Mirror

Such is not the face I see
when I look away.
Instead of the smooth firm
cheeks of memory
I see this melting wax
that plummets from great height
and spatters the solemn Continue reading

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Incantation

Hey, quick footed runner of the Roman gods:
I am asking you
to please, please, pretty please
focus your attention over there,
somewhere else, away
from the capricious sprites
that gleefully manipulate
everything that Continue reading

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stoneheads

Sitting in the roots of Hell
on an excruciatingly hot ember
is, I hope, the I.T. wiz kid
who programmed
the Western Union website.
I expect this ember will etch indelibly
and painfully into his ass
or if he is a she
painfully into her curvy bum
the following Continue reading

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