Monday, May 28, 2018


      I do not know
how to explain
to you
My heart
My finger
& my core
as it beats flushing
from my existence
toward onward march Johnnie march
 tell me why
your teacher was so kind
when in her arms
Things disappeared
into dark mornings
as the wind of total oblivion
cannot conquer my sprite
for blood will reignite
the songs & hymns
into prayers
merrily merrily
Life is not a dream


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