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Upon the Very Cusp of Spring

the sighting
of those
first few snowdrops ..
and that
single daffodil
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Roller Coaster Kids

read from bottom up

Roller Coaster Kids

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I am my worst enemy

Why me

I am my worst enemy

Today I woke to feeling alone and wondering why, like groundhogs day I live everyday. I feel as if I need...

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On Our Backs

Laying down for something
The specifics are immaterial

We all prostitute ourselves
...

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Future To The Back

Future To The Back

Would we like to return to the past like Marty McFly?
when you're there, then to the future you must...

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Anyone actually

Anyone actually

Would anyone actually notice if I just disappeared
Because right now the thoughts that consume me...

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THE GIFT OF LIFE

THE GIFT OF LIFE

What is life all about?
Is it just pleasure, is it to scream and shout?
Is it success, that...

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War zone

War zone

There was no power, only the sun illuminated your heart,
I was ok but then you didn't know exactly...

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Phony Bologna

Phony Bologna

He’s a nice guy!

If they only knew, he really doesn’t exist.

He pretends to care, despite...

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The Powerful Stranger At...

One day at a gift shop,
I met a man selling cards,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I...

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Grey Day . . . . . . .

Grey Day . . . . . . .

We spell it differently, like color and center,
perhaps these subtleties make words lose their...

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Not so perfect mum

For H and h

Not so perfect mum

I quit my job today. I think you know the one. I told them all I'm finished, I'm sick and tired of...

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The Street Medicine

Tranq is the drug that is consuming
souls on the streets of NYC and Philly
People are using...

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The Weed.

The Weed.

"What is it to be enough?" said the dandelion to the rose.
"What is it to be good enough to stay?...

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IF WALT WASN'T DEAD

IF WALT WASN'T DEAD

Minnie what have they done to you?

I hear you're wearing the pants now...

Are you putting...

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Gunshot

The smell of rotting flesh
lingered in the air
Flies and buzzards circled
the blood...