someone look at me, quick.


snippet plus moreVenetian blinds cut frayed white lines Across the darkening room. A woman whispers words so sweet They twist into the gloom Like smoke. She tries but fails to catch the eyes Of a man across the room, Who tires and turns, whose cold eyes burn But always ash too soon.snippet plus more
The girl spills her woes, crows to the barman, Ode to the barman; the barman knows. Deep wrinkles show, dry eyes' pale glow Which fades as the weight does grow.  
Run Aground
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A series of poems about death1: Post Mortem:A series of poems about death
A city has died. Tumbleweed newspapers do not traverse the empty intersections. There is no wind to blow them.
Cars are cracked and brown in the streets. The streets have cracked and crumbled into pits, Cracked pipes do not drip.
Buildings will not climb upward. Iron ribs buckle inward. Pillars of steel bow downward.
Signs words and letters look awkward and forwards.
2: Funerary:
To what might one liken the scent of the rose? Perhaps to a cool summer stream which pours Icy syrup swe
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