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I Hear the Sirens

The ambulance rushes by To someone else’s emergency The sirens of urgency bring My troubles into context The troubles in my mind Some real, some imaginary Will the sirens come to me when My troubles spring to life Who will … Continue reading

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Musings on a Wooden Breakfast

No food in the house today. I stare at the wooden furniture Biscuit sitting on the desk. It doesn’t look all that inviting But it looks better all the time. Don’t worry. I won’t eat it. It’s not that big … Continue reading

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Musings on Licks

No honey, don’t lick the epoxy. I know it’s sticky. I know it smells sweet. Would be the last treat For you and me. I know, you would lick it for me. I know, you would. Please honey, don’t lick … Continue reading

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My Brain Needs a Massage

Pressure points on my neck My neck is very tight Pressure points on my back My back is very tight Stretch the shoulder Prod the quad You’re a wreck Could take all night The muscles groan Then give in I … Continue reading

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Musings on Recessed Lighting Fail

Looming above, dark, huge A Perfectly square disaster The reamed out remains of the Recessed lighting failure. Once proudly covered by Opaque white glass That concealed the light source So persuasively the meager shadows Hid their shamed faces in their … Continue reading

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Musing on Someone Else’s Feet

Clumped at the bottom of the rusty Sieve, next to the unwashed cleaver, deprived of life affirming Collagen, the declawed chicken feet Linger limply on, the last of their Pungent poultry odor clinging closely by. Reminiscences of chicken soup for … Continue reading

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Musing on Gloves and Gardening

Bruises, calluses and slivers live next to Cuts, scrapes and blisters. My hands my Only hands have become a gated Community of environmental abuses Heaped on my hands, my only hands. Branches, cheap plywood and aged shovels Release their frustration … Continue reading

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