Postscript

Another mindspill of short prose from the poet....

In Jane

A woman, a one-night stand, consequences

For a short time—only?!

For a short time—Only?! Needing—without Hoping... Wishing—without Wanting... Gazing—without Looking... Dreaming—without Searching... Thinking—without Understanding...

Together there is music

She speaks to sparkle! Like a fluvial mineral crystal -Waterfall—her angelic voice! -An encomium chalice? A scintilla’s hope—aforementioned, With a—window on the angels!

"smooth southern sound"

"... unhook her taboos"

If I a season more than you—miss my cue

I’ll nearer learn nor bear the endless parting..? Like atoms let our souls collide! Such lust, and passions do us still; imparting, Open your heart let whirlwinds decide!

Uniform of scares

A soul may tally to the stars Like a badge of victory honour But who will know of the wounds And wear its uniform of scares. Who will feel the icy lick of blood?

Octagon-love

Does her ivy an oak bough cleave? When her body is clenched in unison Does a twofold breath still bereave? It’s one single, singularity in motion. Does he tent-peg her octagon-love

Anne Frank

Anne Frank, your smile was wide So to those eyes of life That kindled into fame Words of living, flame. Make-believe, “was it more real Then dreams consigned to sleep”

Mister Smith

His dream. Her nightmare.

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