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Gimme Five, Short And Bittersweet.

Updated on March 25, 2010

Between Lips Parted.

Both passion

and pistachios
hold tidbits of




The white

noise blares
mutely across

my poetic page.
If Silence

is golden
I am

King Midas.
I'm a mime

a Shakespearean sonnet
to the deaf

and mute.
All applause

is soundless,
the coffeehouse

chairs lounge
across the

table backs.
My voice is

a graveyard
at three A.M. sharp.
I am a

leaf trapped
in the corner
of a dead

end alley,
on a windless night.

rustles like
composed papers



Spread, Insert, Snip and Murder.


00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00

/\ /\ /\ /\ /\ /\ /\ /\

O+ <-O O+ <-O +O <-O O+ <-O

Scrape, scrape,
slash, cut,
quiver, spasm die,
sucked from mamma's
cozy womb,
tiny girl or guy.
Matter of convenience,
mother by mistake,
he should've worn a condom,
but he swore it wouldn't break,
Drain, drain,
vacumned into
tanks of newborn dead,
tiny little fetuses,
stainless steel their bed.
Scars, scars
mar my mind,
carved by this endeavor,
execution so unkind,
haunting me forever.


\ /\ /



Dust To Dust Times Two.


Mummified in her

final stretch of despair,
locked in a quonset hut

in the middle of Death valley,
after being raped until

she felt like a peg board,
then left to suffocate

in the broiling heat,
naked and vulnerable

she perished,
but she was far more

clever then he,
just a quick glimpse

as he dragged her from his truck,
at the license plate it bore,

bright in the blazing sun,
she wrote it seven times

in the dust of the floor,
and he was convicted

3 months after she died.


Heavenly Scents During A Short Pause.


Just a pause on a bright sunny day,
to inhale natures sweet scents,
both the dried and slowly burnt,
and the fresh scent of cut hay,
Life can be a hard ride...sometimes
you just have to squat and ponder it,
anywhere the mood hits,
then simply saddle up your sorrows,
and head for the next ridge,
hoping love will giddyup

alongside real soon.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MFB III


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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      You are a WHIZ kid! You're always on a roll!