December 18, 2015 § Leave a comment


who was comfortably 

asleep when eve came along

and now having to deal with

an unplanned move
had no idea what

a twice divorced patriarch 

would have to bury along the migration trail to make

things appear 

let’s say

he figured he would always be

better at the past

than the future

so all he knew to do

was to dig little holes

and take note of landmarks

turning fate over to the hands

of a faltering memory
his confusion

unmatched in intensity 

except perhaps 

by that of the

passion of the tormented
(c) Fred Whitehead 


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