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No Michelangelo

He told me:

“all you did was grow up together”

missing malice,

as he wronged

–but I learned

I was

wrong

–to remember

–for wound

–to reveal

but he doesn’t know. . .

he doesn’t know the bond we had. . .

sisters

&

foxhole friends–

he couldn’t.

Dash-Bard


and I will tell you

I’ve dallied the week long

with Death

–not over my left, but

front row, center

daily–

and while I’d flirted with Him before

–found Him repellent this 3rd time out

His habit of face-breathing

–soul sucking

like the vacuum He leaves running

–though not a clean freak, by any means–

His refusal to leave even when asked politely,

off-putting

–to which He’s quick to

complain He’s often

put off

Himself

–til the last minute, generally still

I didn’t believe Him for a

2nd

–but probably must

when I see Him Home

–that 4th base time

an inevitable

RBI.

Solace

I thought he

didn’t get me…

the whole words thing

–like food, but soul-filling–

but oh, how he does.

Sent me the

best

words ever

red

–like cheek curves, & so willing–

 

988 shiny pieces

the

forgotten frames

of

gif

(animate)

rendered

subsequent

scenes

puzzling. . .

and lack of context

might have

control

(ed)

(h)

alt

deleted it,

were gif itself

not a Maze

–a Musing jigsaw

missing

by-the-box reference.


 
 
 
 
 

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Count to Ten…

I am best

second-by-second

. . .

not at first, mind,

notatall

but second thought

finds me

well

it finds me,

and all

the(se)

clichés

. . .

preferring the belief that

third time is charmed

–not struck

and twice redeemed I

sally forth

–it isn’t my name

imaginary

Beethoven’s fifth

backgrounding my mundane

sic’s sense a reassuring vibration

–if misspelled, it’s how I think

that’s even luck

is with me

–oddly enough

that life is

great,

and most things

are benign

(more often than not)

 

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