Again

A dark poem of contemplation

I was minding my business as shepherds watch sheep

My focus on shallow instead of life’s deep

Then a blaze fell upon me, your dove collar blessing

Russian doll housing a devil confessing

Again

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Head-first down the well, no salvation in wishing

I swim, a keen mermaid to find a new fisherman

Names, they don’t matter, I’m digging new dirges

Aware of my own insignificant urges

Again

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I was dining on memories that rattled as jackdaws

Chattering ‘could’ves’ stuck as awkward seesaws

Vomited arrows, tasted of stolen glances

Stained my white bib with the bile of torn chances

Again

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I wear each beige struggle, a sandpaper medal

Each rat that gnawed rainbows said ‘back in the saddle’

The cat claws the cradle of latest invention

Blood on the blankets from bleeding pretension

Again

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Conscience shields guilty in pastry outbuildings

I roll out the creases with ‘Whistle down’ children

I’m pressing out star shapes with cutters of steel

Baking movies in ovens, reel after reel

Again

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Each scar gained in battle appeared first as diction

Words always enthralled me as shiny nonfiction

And bellies of May become December seeds

Some will die on the wind, some will grow in the reeds

Again

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Black tulips devour stalking paper-cut riddles

That screech for attention as newspaper fiddles

Each ham faced successor is mourning in churning

Leading lamb candles to plead their own burning

Again

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