Poetry

Call in Well

Once in a while, take a “well” day from work Steal time to get sick from lack of fun. Oh, that’s a well day. Ditching work, Like skipping school, or cheating God on Saturday or Sunday, when even Omnipotence takes a break from our sin. Just go splice in a memory or two, just Let […]

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Cancer Poetry

My Shoes

Try walking in these shoes just for one day. Your voice sharpened by authority – a self important tyrant of numbers counting lives in dollars. My money or my life? Extorting me for capsules of poison without which I die. I found a pot of gold burried deep out in our backyard. Yet treasure comes […]

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Cancer Poetry

In Limbo

Dancing towards me He cuts in and I’m removed like a tumor With his sharpened scalpel Dripping with the blood of anger. I do a lonely limbo for him Bent under my fears and sharp pain My back broken from comparisons To exotic island breasts Atop trained heel high legs. Sinking into the dance floor […]

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