I had a very rough week (and missed my Friday posting) so for this week’s blog I’m borrowing from a time when I wrote serious poems – well, I wrote ONE serious poem. Here’s the entire output from my former foray into poetry


The moon dips low
As the fingernails grow
On the corpses in their graves

A mirrorlike sea
Hides the mystery
Of a developing tsunami wave

The predawn calm
Is a soothing balm
For the sleeping souls unaware

A man crouches down
Over a corpse on the ground
And snips off a lock of hair

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