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Pitcher Plant
hungry buzzing weighted silent,
he licks the sides like a lover
mother-loved faces never share
though drunk from the same glass
Holding An Icecube
I'm holding a little artic world in my hand
its asphyxiated life shrinks and drips, counting down the minutes to apocalypse
Is this the pain a god feels?
that dull ache within my fingers
The Escape - (For Booger)
For one moment you were free
your ink-dropp eyes squinting
in the pure light of the sun
you turned your head, bewildered at the sight of this world
your life is gone now
left as nothing but a lump of blood and fur
mourn not for what you've lost
but for what you've never gained
To A Moth On The Laundry Room Floor
This morning I crouched down and watched you
struggle on the bare linoleum floor and asked,
'What happened to your wings? '
For at any moment you could have flown out of the open door

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