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MonthMay 2020

No regrets

I would tellwhat percolates within me,but it’s not grand enoughfor a pauper’s poem.The thing that rises from the breast,reddening the earsand brewing these tears.But I stay shut,and quit of speech.Held … Continue Reading No regrets

Devil’s Waltz

Looks like we’ll dance once more,brother-in-arms.My accoutrements are lacking,now,and I must bear this bareness.Tear off a strip,if you will,or make the unkindest cut.But knowthat I’ve developed a tastefor immolation.