syncopated fingers take their
ceaseless wanderings drunk of
bottled bubbles and
breathless whispers as
nocturnal rhythms
play Us
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Specter
she wore a black shirt,
a black hat and black shoes.
she accused: they trampled her ceiling
and rattled her floors,
and with black words
shivered her and her little black dog.
they hijacked her black phone,
robbed her leather black wallet
then made her show bare
all her black skin.
then on the black seats
in her black car,
by the apparitions,
they fled her away
into the black Night.
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Hardened
I am stormy weather roughened,
dashed, left beaten on the fjord,
unsurmounted, rendered jagged by the peak
to wit, stripped of mine tattered garb.
though lost not of will and able
yet wonder when the caldron Chills.
Splotch
ink
spilled
spoiled
splintered
splattered
searching for a page
where nothing may be Writ
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