Age

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things of old age

things of old age

her belly has wrinkles
she worries I notice that
she has something like a ditch
across...

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I cherish every precious...

I cherish every precious lock of my hair as a keepsake

Twas partly on account
of yours truly being incarnation of Samson;
spouse and I wed
...

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Charles Schulz Peanuts...

Charles Schulz Peanuts character Woodstock

Analogous to (being mine) security blanket
similar, but not identical
to the trademark one...

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We Can't Do What We...

We Can't Do What We Used To Do

Do you remember we climbed mountains, skydiving,
now we must be careful what any adventure brings;...

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A Belated CCV Das Kapital...

A Belated CCV Das Kapital event...

regarding birthday anniversary
wicked candle box event burns bright
for Karl Marx,
who...

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No longer a pretty picture

Ageing

No longer a pretty picture

Looking through my window
and catching my own reflection
I see someone old and diminished...

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I am a lily

I am a lily

I am a lily I am
Elegant delicate
And when the sun
Is warm it caresses
My...

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As spring tap dances in

As spring tap dances in

Spring time the snow
Is melting and the leaves
On the trees starting to
Show and the...

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Clearance Rack

An expiration date,
Just another way to degrade,

Because our bodies age and we vanish...

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Becoming Sundry

Becoming Sundry

Grandmas kitchen smells like recollections,
Lavender and pastry confections
With notes of...

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Threadbare Reality

Threadbare Reality

There are daze
when I feel overwhelmed
by things that were
once so simple only...

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Life In My 20s

Life In My 20s

Strip on my clothes and roll my eyes. It's another day waking up to blinding sunlight. The damn dog next...

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Just

Just

To be or not to be, can we truly see?

an onslaught thought and out of beat rhythm, that’s what it...

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A Reflection Upon a Youth...

Insidious Loss

Oh’ how
I grieve the loss of function ..
Oh’ how
I mourn the loss of form ..
...

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Melody of tragically

Sweet people that I was privileged to know, few and far between.

I would like to forgive.
...

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Personal vicissitudes...

Personal vicissitudes pronounced irrepressible self loathing

Ever since mine late boyhood
when unstoppable coded
cellular processes did segue
I...

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The Older I Get

The Older I Get

Sometimes I wish to return to correct what I forgot,
but I can not, it's gone, relentless, I have to...