Monthly Archives: June 2005

Ain’t Too Proud to Beg

The true ascetic does not ask for things to compensate them for some perceived lack; and yet, each vow of abstinence weaves strings of favors that they fancy will attract the warm benevolence of unseen might, a glance from some … Continue reading

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Cause Without a Rebel

I have no cause to champion that’s worthy of a flag, bedecked with symbols meant to stir like-minded souls to arms; no psycho-babbling sycophants pore through my work to find some mystic key that might unlock their esoteric core. if … Continue reading

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The Chalk Lines

The lines were drawn some time ago; they framed the fallen corpse where it was found to be expired and removed, in due course. Its owner left it vacant there, having no further need of its method of transport, or … Continue reading

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Gray Days #4

She’s waiting on the deputy, but he never comes; got her finger on the trigger, sucking silent on her thumb; and the ninety ninth caller has just been struck dumb: like an old pair of stockings he just turned to run. … Continue reading

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Dividing Up the Blame

Wind blowing through a courtyard Shattered windows turn their broken eyes on me Blind, can’t see the street because I’m crying for my soul is in the gutter, trying to find release Is there something on that wall? Looks like … Continue reading

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Sometimes a phrase

Sometimes a phrase, or single word, will prompt a poem. How absurd to think that there is some great plan on my part; so few understand how unlike following a chart this process is. There is no start or end … Continue reading

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Stop all the clocks

Stop all the clocks! The hours must halt their slow and steady marching on; let all lay fallow in default until this fickle mood is gone. Stop all the movement of the sun and stars against a sombre sky; let … Continue reading

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