In the valley of the shifting shadows

It was the top of the mast at the breaking of bread no islands to speak of in the ship of the dead and the albatross wondered as he soared up above where is the one I heard they called love? but we knew he’d been buried along with his flock and the cross had…

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Lucky stars and cough drops

I have to remember how lucky I am and that is some task for a forgetful old man, but I try. She, she, she (said thrice because it sounds so nice) helps me to get by without her where would I be? There is or there was and still might be something left of the…

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Palazzo Vecchio

        Dreaming of an effigy, Dante always gets to me even in sleep where I keep my darkest secrets.   Magnetic pins to prick my conscience, God always wins in the end.   I see the far side which looks to be a short ride from here.   If there really are…

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This is poetry?

Traffic light red means I stay idling in bed, means the thoughts in my head sleep on.. I am a fridge…

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