A Matter of Death & Life
White waterfalls disappear me--
In a cloudy mist, a dormant eye--
Awakens, and is seeking--
Breathing in light waves like a bloodhound--
Sly little bastard is he--
Soaking up the sunshine--
Feeding on yesterday's burned up life--
Stretching out his own tomorrows--
And the cock crows--
Eventually we're all devoured
By the suns-- by the thirsty matter--
One day, or an-- other.
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Please Don't Touch
PuisiPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
