Doing The Box Step

Ode to the single woman with a hammer and box cutter Lifting, pushing, slicing, unpacking - duct tape is the enemy A neck and neck tie with the quiet moments That slip between each half assed unfinished ENDLESS task - epitome of hyperbole It's the down side of up awash the shift Daily itinerary and …

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End Of Time

Sky high the room shifts from right to left Right to left or left to right the middle is empty I can't recall, I can't recall as the door closes Lock the blot, slip the chain; get the keys warm blanket jolt I float between the spaces the in-between words and silence Somethings feel flat …

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