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Reverse Conviction my free verse writing got arrested by a strict, rhyming cop handcuffed with iambic chains feet s..

the pretender lifeless, another shovel full of indifference thrown on the grave as the poet's eyes glazed with apathy s..

today's special you make me linger over easy oatmeal feelings that cream of wheat testimonial from a heart that often s..

out to lunch the day after a sip of spiked noggin New Years wreck another year of combative serenity worse for the wear..

gray feathers once had an enormous wingspan now merely a shortened lifespan and the flying is all in my mind not the reality ki..

little fingers in a big city street corner strings plucked by begging fingers the nails bitten down to skin, raw skin against ..

a January outing epiphany's coming but not a Jesus thing or a Wise-Man thing or some crazy brilliant star in the sky ..

Account Closed isn't much to say the words have already been spent grief pursed between lips of empty pocketed, shallow sweet-not..

Undressing the Ghost of the Information Technology Future snowy blisters, sledding downward reindeer games, intriguing night ..

a fifth of sanity a splash of Beethoven the swirls in serious collusion dark waters silent ponds no sounds, just vibra..