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poem 12 – 11-2-14 


I’ve been away

for that I am sorry

Old Friend

This past week

cut up

and thrown


on the tile floor

a collage

of my mistakes

and times

I trusted my instinct

I thought I was brave

i hid

from the fire

My skin is oilly

my fingers glide with ease

the residue

of you

I tried to simplify

the complicated

an instrumental of perfect


lived between my ears

at the instant

i saw the black butterfly

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