Fond Memories
Stand in a pale room funeral home. Dim yellow dances striped walls. Close fake ferns and fresh-cut flowers. Not into gleamed opaque casket. My father sits, near his stepfather lay. A soda can rests on...
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Filched every best part of art, of everything. Singing in the rain as if a poignant destiny. Blessings of death and the mounting of enemies, over the stone arch bridge on two rims, bubbles and scum,...
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Thou shall not behead Anyone, ever. Thou shall not use the “Lord’s” name in vain. Thou shall not wage Wars in my honor. Thou shall not Believe in fictitious “Gods”. *** Questions for Asking: If I...
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