Another Armchair Moralist
...Im talking with nobody listening, see,
front line walking just like a refugee
sentimental, old friend says I'm out of touch
so hard to be gentle when handling the softer stuff
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Categories:
bedpans, conflict, confusion, friend, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
Spirit of the Night Soil Man 1
...Spirit of the night
Spirit of the night soil man
Spirit of the night soil man is awake
Spirit of the night soil man is abroad,
Here, the emerging mystery, more a sinister from a
dungeon...
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Categories:
bedpans, timenight, night,
Form: Free verse
Hey, Handsome...
...My heart is empty, Jeffrey.
I’m standing here transfixed
within the threshold
of a vacant bedroom.
The air is still
but the delicate scent
of your passing soul
invades my nostrils.
The a...
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Categories:
bedpans, lossme, language, language, me,
Form: Free verse