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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

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