The first dream
Where I saw you approach
Love silently smothered
In the yellow booster
Seated at the wrong side of
An unfinished
Turn table
Leveled by legless arms
Hoisting a sword
It’s over my head
If only I were paralyzed
Could you see
The slicing nightmare
Piercing guiltless bread
Forever divided
Between all your lies
Lives absolute truth
A human offering
Sacrificed by successive masses
Of ungrateful, relative, strangers
Among which could ever be satisfied?
By those
broken into enough pieces
To go around
Passed like cracked plates
Burst pipes
Shattered
And Reign
Over and over and over
My head
Drowns in all your hero propaganda
Where or when have you
Ever come to the rescue
When it counted for anything more
Than your own insatiable emptiness
Leaving us to feast on inherited hunger
Until
The wake
~
I wrote this. I painted that. xo
Wow! – to both!!
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Thanks Petru❤️
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👍🏻🙋🏻♀️
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This and that are both great. Happy Easter.
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Cheers. Happy Easter Robbie ❤️
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Both are beautiful ❤
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Thanks Kathy. ❤️
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Oh my goodness – you are SO TALENTED! Love both poetry and art.
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Aww, thanks Sharon. ❤️ how are you?
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Doing well, thank you. One of my short stories is part of a salon production at a theater out here in California, last performance is Monday night. I’m pretty excited. (Yeah, I am!) All is well with our family and that’s even better.
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That’s awesome!! Thriving during a pandemic. Of course you would be😊 ❤️So happy to hear all is well with your family too. Is the short story on your blog?
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It will be posted on May 26.
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Can’t wait!
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