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Poof* Take MY water

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put your panties back on

i won’t write a poem
about the blood moon
the coinciding lunar eclipse
or april snow falling

there’s really no need
given the abundance
of uninspired ink flowing

not all poets bend over
and let the weather
fuck them

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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

the coming warm days

my pen never runs dry
of lugubrious sentimentality

perhaps because it is all i have left
of many loved people, places, and things

life has much to do
with losing everything you’ve gained

lately
i run from memories
only to have them catch me in the night
as i dream

this season in it’s infinite wisdom
remembers the dead of winter

as do i

unpacking boxes
filled with provisions for
the coming warm days

that’s when i found it

a little plush white lamb
named fleecia

with a heart shaped card attached
our pet names scratched
wishing me a happy spring

i remembered
i loved him once
and it was worth all the pain