Oh, hello.

The kettle started screaming And I put down the newspaper Screaming water in the pitcher Waiting for five minutes just As you walked in I pulled the second cup Smelling of philosophical roses made of ballet steps & Rose pink lips Experiment a latte with life's invisible mystery

Echolocation

In mid flight I hear you Screeching frequencies like static Tuning in to hear the tale Of how death could not hold you close I watched you with baited breath Wheeled to and from the theatre Escorted in paper masks And full sanitary regalia Monitored via closed circuit The coding behind the program Lines and... Continue Reading →

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