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June 28, 2014 § Leave a comment
here
we have
guilt
waiting
in a most
comfortable
chair
grin disappearing
a slow moving
product of memorizing
a growing list
of annoyances
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
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June 22, 2014 § Leave a comment
this train
doesn’t run
through the night
it pulls
it through
the day
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
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June 21, 2014 § Leave a comment
it is nearly impossible
to mask curiosity
as you stare
at flotsam
swirling in an eddy
waiting,
mouth slack as a
wine drunk,
for
clues of identity
to rise
from colliding remnants
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
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June 20, 2014 § 3 Comments
I’ve got those
dreams all
ready to send
but my mind
didn’t leave
a forwarding address
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
petals, satin and glass
June 18, 2014 § Leave a comment
it will be
beautiful
when you
finally refuse
to spin plates
anymore
you
radiant
counting the
number of
breaths it takes
for them to fall
and shatter
upon that gilded stage
you
illuminen
with
arms spread
to accept
bouquets
rocketed toward
your rebellion you
in that moment
of revelation
creating
in immaculate dervish
a masterpiece
of
petals, satin and glass
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
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June 16, 2014 § Leave a comment
curative is
ecstasy of disorientation
looking
around corners
with last years
eyes
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
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June 12, 2014 § 3 Comments
not without chair
as crates consume
rest waits however
in emptying rooms
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
the get away
June 8, 2014 § Leave a comment
he had
the stride of a boy
who may have
just moments before
pilfered a bolt of
lightning from
the arsenal of Zeus
heading for the pond
I assumed
to lay waste to a frog
or two
he kept
checking his pocket
as if the thing
would suddenly wriggle out
and fly back
up the mountain
to report
thievery and deceit
looking over his shoulder
he caught my eye
stopping
as I pointed
the rake handle at him
they are on to you
boy
you best
step lively
he gave
a perfect
rendition of
a smile I myself
had mastered once
then he was off
rounding the corner
just as the baffled god
stepped out on the porch
to scan the horizon
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
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June 8, 2014 § Leave a comment
the nebulous anatomy of a dish or volume of spoon determines direction of a meal with deference to the attitude of nomadic fires
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June 7, 2014 § Leave a comment
magic
endless chain
of handkerchiefs
materializing from
a mothers sleeve
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead