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3.26.2009
2.14.2009
Magpies
Perched upon gnarled limbs
in the early morning light.
A sparkle
takes flight and floats
through the air.
The shimmer
of black feathers
and the sound of
song like humanity
murmuring,
gently.
For now, this tree
is home and wary
wings remain
at rest.
In the mirror,
she recognizes
herself at last.
**PM**
in the early morning light.
A sparkle
takes flight and floats
through the air.
The shimmer
of black feathers
and the sound of
song like humanity
murmuring,
gently.
For now, this tree
is home and wary
wings remain
at rest.
In the mirror,
she recognizes
herself at last.
**PM**
2.08.2009
Wedding Ring
He runs his finger
along the inside of the dirty drain,
pokes it deep
and comes up with a
nice ball of wet hair.
He hopes
it's down there
somewhere
and not in the jacket
he left behind.
In his reflection,
he sees trouble coming.
**PM**
along the inside of the dirty drain,
pokes it deep
and comes up with a
nice ball of wet hair.
He hopes
it's down there
somewhere
and not in the jacket
he left behind.
In his reflection,
he sees trouble coming.
**PM**
Death and Taxes
"Sure things, right?" she says.
"Nothing is certain," he says.
They look at each other
as if
for the first time.
**PM**
"Nothing is certain," he says.
They look at each other
as if
for the first time.
**PM**
Dead Battery
"I can't believe it's dead
again," he says,
laying his tired head
against the steering wheel
as frost covers the
windshield in lace and glitter.
His breath is warm
in the stillness.
There are no birds singing
in the early morning light.
The work week dawns.
**PM**
again," he says,
laying his tired head
against the steering wheel
as frost covers the
windshield in lace and glitter.
His breath is warm
in the stillness.
There are no birds singing
in the early morning light.
The work week dawns.
**PM**
War
It's only a vehicle
for the transfer of
wealth
from one greedy human
to another.
It is driven
upon bloody rails.
The sparks glint in the darkness
and
the sound is
death,
laughing.
**PM**
for the transfer of
wealth
from one greedy human
to another.
It is driven
upon bloody rails.
The sparks glint in the darkness
and
the sound is
death,
laughing.
**PM**
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