Now The Answers Will Come
FLOWN
Conscious cacophony stirs
like swarms of bees abuzz
whispers whaling
writhing in the wind
swirls an empty drainpool
vortex vacuum
where go they,
all them once within?
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LACKING
I have no baubles
no bangles
no beads
I lack luster
I haven’t polish enough for you
(I am not without prejudice)
I am dwindling
I must Go.
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SIGNPOSTS
Favorite neighbor’s vacant house
For sale
Sold.
Sixties rocker walks alone
One hit wonder
Seconal.
High school over-achiever
Most likely to . . .
Obit.
Spring’s efflorescence
Limps in to summer
Fall.
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ADRIFT (2)
Whisky river
thoughts cascade
plunge against the rocks
splash misty vapors
feed starlit fog
all meander
struggle
find their way back home.
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