- For Flyod George: An Epitaph
How?
For you O lad, this question is pertinent:
How?how can humans running to safety
When pursued by wild predators,
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- If This Is Fame, Who Needs It?
Witches have to their graves sought this deadly glory;
Sorcerers and night runners naked exhausted in the quest;
Magicians and circus artists in deadly pranks have sought,
And even legends in a lifetime only a pale shadow of yours,
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- To My Hand:an Admonishment
My sturbborn hand,
This intimate affair you have been having
With my nose and mouth,
And the wanton embraces with may face,
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- So Long Away
When you stay away so long
Without a word or a song
My heart beat slows
Since as fuel to the engine flows
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- To My Love In Quarantine
Dear Honey,
We're it not for this deadly pandemic,
I would physically purpose to journey
At speed so supersonic
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