TEFLON DUMP

 

i
am
sad
about
sickness & death
& i miss my friend

said the writer
in
a
plain language jag

clean as a teflon dump

& no blooms or buds needed 

on the darkness branches

to ratify & beautify 

her inevitable fall of bones

 

APRIL BLOOMS

bath tap is busted

i lay down
& pretend its not

~

i look at the windmill on the wall

everything is beyond me today

~

&
outside
of here 
aprils blowing 
its own blooms
away

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SAME BRANCHES SEASONAL BLOOMS

i dont know what to write
i do know what to write

but
i worry
i wrote it
before

same branches
seasonal blooms

~

i got field experience-

theres paint fragments
imbedded forensic style
in 
my 
fender-bender forehead

from the dense tense years 
of
deep cover
anthropological 
black ops

~

but 
i worry 
i wrote it 
before

same branches
seasonal blooms

still i pick them tho
cos still they still grow

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