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          my left eyebrow 
            it's ear's edge
                   up

              it queried
           'long with mine
                lip's left
           their ear's edge
                   up
           'long with mine 
          left eye's squinch
            it's ear's edge
                   up

           mine first ever
         to the hers query   
 "would you be my girlfriend"

        mine leg'z nervous
             instinctively
                 flex'd
      mine trembling torso
                   up
                  Left
             thru those
              revolving 
            glass doors

Grinchy Finch

Grinch Finch

I once was hired to use a winch
to wrap it’s chain around a tree
a tree that held a frightened cat
I knew that this would be a cinch
for nothing ever worried me

I didn’t know there was a finch
who nested there and what a grinch
and then I felt  a little pinch
an assault that made me flinch
my facial muscles gave a squinch

who is this angry bird so meek
to threaten me with its small beak
the cat was saved and I had vowed 
to wear this moment like a shroud 
and never speak of it out loud

no more to use a winch and flinch 
or squinch because of a small pinch 
by anger of a grinchy finch
who woudn’t even give an inch

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Wwi Trench

Treading lightly through snaking, 
muddy trench
Squeaking boots with slippery 
grooves synch
A mass of matted flesh bares its 
rotten stench
Thirsting maggots, doting flies 
cannot quench
No rustic accoutrements adorn, not 
even a bench
Deep longing for warm touches of 
caring mother, practiced wench
But only cold, rancid rain does 
shriveled limbs drench
In crowded hovel, selfishly hoarding 
space, miserly grinch
On the perimeter, attentively 
guarding every blood-soaked inch
At the sound of concussive fire, 
conditioned body doesn't flinch
Chiseled teeth in tandem solemnly 
do clinch
Only my spent gut, as churning 
butter does wrench
With dutiful vigor, watching every 
strand of demarcated pinch
At the slightest, forward motion, 
my hawk eyes squinch


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