Post Mortem : Minutes

1.

Husband,
wife,
parent,
child,
lover,
friend,
all-
you seek
inside,
phantoms
in head,
imaginations,
dead-
seeking form,
already wrought,
in stone;
so reality
set aside,
dissatisfied,
too worn
to share,
the world
inside-
with ones
you care.
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2. Poem

When words
squirt out
in agony
spraying across
from
slashed arteries
dotting the pages
with pain
words torn
gone insane
bereft of
rhythm, rhyme,
grace,
I call it
POEM
and
rest my case.
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3. Proem

A friend wished me,
a life moving forward:
but my tangential life,
is more-
encircling,
encompassing,
embracing-
multitude selves
within and without
hoarding
experiences
in parallel
dimensionality,
irrationality,
worming
with versatility
between
separate realities.
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