Gimme Five, Short And Bittersweet.
Between Lips Parted.
© -MFB III
Both passion
and pistachios
hold tidbits of
delight.
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Shhhhhh........
©_MFB III
The white
noise blares
mutely across
my poetic page.
If Silence
is golden
I am
King Midas.
I'm a mime
performing
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.
Nothing
rustles like
composed papers
complete.
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Spread, Insert, Snip and Murder.
©-MFB III
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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.
O O
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Dust To Dust Times Two.
©- MFB III
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.
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