We all live in a wilderness of time
none knows
what can happen
the next moment...

Perhaps a tsunami,
a nuclear explosion
or
the arctic melting overnight
and
the seas washing away all shores
submerging all land,

all is in the unknown hand
I call nature
you may call
God
man

and

yes
woman…..

a post date death
dearth dirt detriment
tenement blue noose
bow/tie umbilical
fetched are his siblings
seedlings symposium
trapezium drape museum

brute dawdling duck
of spiders webs
deities cranium water
blood life taken forms water
penguin of sanguine
horse hunch
two breast now
friends of foe
fiends frond for

I watch the the drear damp din
across the window cill
The weather is gunship grey

An English cliche

As my breath makes mean 'o's
on the pane
I plot
and
seethe with overwhelming
spleen

I resolve to make a plan
plain enough with
pain enough
to punish

I'm buoyed by brevity
audacity in action
he never would have
thought me brave
gumption

I waited as
she ran across walls
of separation,
watching both sides pull
and tear at skirts
made of paper flowers

each wanting a piece
just a smidgen

with her back against a wall
of cardboard parquetry,
ever watching for usurpers
an entrusting look
passed behind her eyes,
but gave away
to the spark of fear
that followed

Paranoia?
or just a good old fashioned
gut feeling …

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