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Don’t be on the ends, the fringes
It’s where all the stupid shit lays
I happen
To know that the edge of my insanity
Is a bit farther away each drink she takes
Without warning
My blood becomes a warm, septic pool
And my heart seems to slow to the sweetest pace
Stand back
Thoughts overcrowded with the whats and whys,
The painful miss, of this god awful race
Haiku #445
mid-morning sun
the cricket picking up
a second shift
Senryu #221
the bells on the porch
we settle our heads
in quiet contemplation
Senryu #220
red bows
streets lined
with memories
Lincoln Statue #2
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Lincoln Statue
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Lincoln Bust
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Senryu #219
wedding vows
how we adore
the imperment things
Senryu #218
rustling between
the afternoon leaves
my death poem