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Writing; I'm Not: Nothing.

I don't have a 'think' to think;
Nothing: I am writing.
Writ about as much as none.
Writing; I'm not: nothing.

A Cotton Life

Perhaps if God had sewn
My Life together with angora,
I would live a life like silk and butter
And I'd not milk meanings from the mutter

Sparkle, Sparkle Little Heart.

Sparkle, sparkle little heart;
Blind you bright or glow.
Light my path for Eyes to view
The love I've yet to know.

Moons Drift On The Mississippi...

There's touch to water of dark mouths:
The lips of dashing Deer.
Tucked in safe is all the South,
But out I am: no fear.

My Only Grandma

Her hands ripple like pancakes
Being poured in a pan
And on them- wedding rings:
A ring from each man.

The Skeletonette In The Closet

In the middle of my tomb
He appears.
I'd banished him...
I resurrect from my flooded coffin


I ponder,
For lack of pondering,
My dying:
For I slack in living;

Living With The Living...

Living with the Living
Is a funny thing to see.
Side by Side they hate each Side
That dares to touch their 'Me'.

A Virgin's Prayer

Yes I Do Still Wet The Bed.

Yes I do still wet the bed:
With nectar like no flavor.
Reminiscent of a musk;
The ultimate de-ager.

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