Cadavers

Slammed upon a chilly slab

First a poke then a jab

Next the cuts, twists and pull

Placed in  boxes stuffed full

Locked in a closet dark and cold

Then forgotten until they’re old

Tossed from the boxes into green bags

Discarded with the garbage, bottles and rags

Thrown on a truck and driven to a boat

Holes are slashed so not to float

With procession of gulls bags dumped in the bay

The end of the cadaver’s very bad day

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May Be Soon

April showers may bring May flowers.
But it ruined my new suede shoes.
I was going out for a first date,
but now I got the blues.
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Car wouldn’t start and my bike had a flat.
My cell phone bill was long unpaid.
I walked for nearly an hour,
my nerves tattered and frayed.
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I got to the movie, it was too late,
my date was nowhere in sight.
I turned around and headed back home.
I was hoping for an end to this night.
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The rain was getting heavier;
the wind started to blow.
I huddled in an alleyway.
I waited for the storm to go.
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A policeman stopped, just to check,
making sure I was O K.
I told him the whole story,
every detail of that day.
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He gave me a lift to my house.
But my keys I had locked inside.
My wallet too was forgotten,
I then went for another ride.
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I made a call at the station;
my mom must have gone out.
I then retold my story;
the cops looked on with doubt.
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They stuck me in a crowded cell,
I was tired, wet and cold.
They others asked what I was in for.
My story again was told.
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Some thought it was funny;
some thought I was a fool.
One said I was cute,
he thought my shoes were cool.
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I didn’t sleep at all that night,
afraid of what might come.
I shivered there for hours,
my feet were getting numb.
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My mother finally showed up,
she strolled in at around noon.
She yelled that I should grow up.
I said I may and May can’t come too soon.

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Mindless Magnification

Sit with me or foe be you
Or stand will I and we be two
Thrust first if it be best
Twist your blade in my chest

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Who shall be, shall be the test
Thou who not is soon to rest
I care not for what you do
I will win yet so may you

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To test the will of a giant
Remembered always as defiant
Giants losers as always they be
Taking the time from you and me

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Be this giant if you must
I’m at peace, you can trust
Eye to eye, perspective’s grand
I bear boulders, your grains of sand

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Stomp, splatter, hurl or squish
Shortened wicks hasten a wish
Wind won’t silence, only time
Death lives on in a world sublime

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Stand shall I – face to feet
Choice be yours, ends we’ll greet
Choice be quick, I’ve ends to meet
Choice be mine, please take a seat.

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