Death Head

and there
in the jasmine
a death head
bloodied by words
resting, sunning,
that flies up to my hand

wild garlic to thicken the wind
razor steel and paper cups

we
       flame air
to purify


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Sometimes, I trash my cell
What gets damaged is not deliberate
– but you know that

so, how come you know an awful lot
more than you could possibly know?
If it wasn't a total mystery I'd get paranoid
and since when was I clairvoyant?

Sherlock Holmes is baffled
Jung scratches his head, rubs his chin
Eros draws back his bow


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Today is Pull a Pony Tail Day
You are allowed, nay, encouraged,
to do same
Think of it as a ploy –
to make friends



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