- Non-Erotic Poetry
- At the Stroke of Regret
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Eggshell sky cracks and spills midnight over the city
as stars sprinkle my twilight like silent gawking graves.
Memories poured over the hot coals of remorse
distilled in a lifetime of occupation, and indecision
are little more than flickering fireflies
chased by a lost child.
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The scent of a stale fear
Perfume’s the waterfront.
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The wilted flame, from replanted candelabra
bares the stigmatisms of each love reborn,
seeded fire in a flowery passion, the candles,
stoic as a martyred monk,
remember each night.
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The scent of stale love
anointed in Tidy Bowl.
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Tangerine plumes pour a new dawn
teakwood morning saps sleep
from the eyes like an open faucet,
yesterday a rehearsal of today.
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The scent of stale memories
lingers at the stroke of regret.
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