Monthly Archives: November 2012

On the Spit

and he came to the shore While the crowd pressed in And nets were being cleaned

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Now Wounded

We found him on a hillside, alone. Somehow, I haven’t a clue, He lost himself in the crowds, That feeding frenzy of agonizing hope.

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Ex Nihilo

What have we to do with you? Our skin crawls, bristles, blisters Shrieks well from within our spine

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