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April 30, 2014 § 2 Comments

1)
this is
the
cancellation genie
working
cold
raising false Cain

2)
fragmentations of a
wholesomebody
learning helplessness
through
forlornication
a feedling ready to burst
proboscis
instinctively anchored
in an
unsuspecting host

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

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inheritance sonnet

April 25, 2014 § Leave a comment

it seemed to all that all he had left /
was to wait for transducers
to begin to transduce /
when that business is done then the bereft /
would wipe away snot and tie up the loose /
ends and carry off mostly unwanted things with their names /
attached to them by legal decree /
boxes unopened while they categorize blame /
tapping their feet, cross armed, to see /
if there would be any argument or offer to trade /
the contents of theirs for that of another’s /
for more often than not something is said /
to cause disharmony, agitation and bother /
to the ashes whose wishes no longer apply /
to those remaining below when he took to the sky

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

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April 25, 2014 § Leave a comment

the urn
it seems
becomes label
always
before
it is time so levitate
lend a sunset sugar
work the
sixth addition and
cut silence to
let thoughts
throw tantrums
before they are
sent to bed

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

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April 24, 2014 § Leave a comment

for a time
I had tried
people
experimental therapy
that didn’t
pan out
coming down
to simple equation
a wolf in the cellar
for every dove
in
the window

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

42014

April 20, 2014 § Leave a comment

when this
happens it is
as if one hand
is pushing me down
while another
tries to
dislodge me from
my cocoon
waiting for the
battle to subside
is all I can do

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

the time of man

April 20, 2014 § Leave a comment

when
the
second
hand hits 12;
a second of new!
then there comes 59 of not

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

Easter poem 2014

April 19, 2014 § Leave a comment

when asked if I could
feel the love,
I wondered if it
would have made more sense
to ask,
after being escorted
into the vast
tabernacle, if
I was experiencing some
ecstatic
galvanic response
to something purported
to have happened
half a history
and
thousands of miles
away
to and by people
speaking a language
I cannot begin to
understand
then the answer
would have been
nope
I got nothing
however
that was not the question
I thought of how generous
the invitation was and
how it came from a good place
from someone
I knew to have endured
more than an average
measure of damage
so, as a courtesy
I answered
yes, yes I do
when in reality I was
simply lost
in the master craftsmanship
the architecture
the statuary
the windows
so, even if I
didn’t feel his interpretation
of this love he was taught
I could see the results
of those who did
and this morning
that alone was
enough for me

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

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