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Heat

I am scorched
marred of your fire,
ever stained.
ascend with me,
lay sweltering midst mine ashes
slow water me of your Rain

Self

there, that is me
writ in the margins,
inked of every line,
scribed of every page,
turned of every leaf,
stained in every Tome.

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Disparate

in thoughts parlayed at dawn’s window, thumb in pocket
could be me but I don’t ache chronic of a six foot leap
nor my guts beat hardened of lye, steady lunch of life
nor beset of Camels affection, struck early of an older age
sure-bound to be bound alone in pine
and gone at sixty Nine.

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Unrooted

I am a renegade,
apostate, a mad man
bound free to frolic midst the roses
marigolds and lilies,
tho smote of thee,
I dance by devil’s Fury.
              

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