It’s hard to accept the truthWhen you don’t like what it revealsBut violence under the people’s roofShouldn’t have become real.
January 6, 2021
More by You know who
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Kettle Pond
In the shadow of a great owl
lies a mirror the color of pines,
the only ripples from barred waterfowl,
their calls breathe dreams into the world of lines
Carnivorous pitches and the shoes of ladies, -
Jellyfish
A ghost of a creature rises from the black
Its spectral fringes ripple with movement
Speckles of light glisten from its edges
Its milky frills flow and dance with the current -
If You Listen to Fear
Harken here.
You’ll be lost without my strings.
You’ll shed too many tears.
You’ll lose those useless wings.
What if they catch you?
What will they say?
What if they disapprove?
What will you have to pay?
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