Alive living conundrum
false feeling morose on a Sunday
blinking fading shadow theory
crawl into waiting darkness
the perfumed aroma tainted christening
portrays altruistic casualties of all
remaining tomorrows
oiled blue-steel shepherds speaking
twenty-five days under the gun
suppositions of conflict assail
my masterpiece, screams
that I can no longer fear
cannot succumb to the
mindless monotonies coalescing
begin the downfall of the
small things that remind
us of what is coming
to pass
no sermon but perhaps a warning
a certainty, for when
you take a deep breath and survey your surroundings
buckshot realizations
a shotgun roar reminding us of our fleeting sanity
I can carry
RamJet Poetry 
the on the door should have said, “worship Services held here” the musak is tears for fear’ shout. it isn’t a candle consession persay abut a coinop condom dispensor… although you know you’re tempted to lie and offer no one holds a candle to you, after thesacriment two please. the infirmary is always a blur of pillow and a weighted magic trick of here comes the night as the lights steal the blur away. all may be right in the morning. (this probably makes zilch sense as a response, but smile confusedly as it’s a night at home with some ripple- at once a church, a bar an infirmary and I would say I know the smell of the wine…words)
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Your response is enigmatic and interesting as always Mr. Jones! I always appreciate it when you stop by. Thanks for reading.
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yesssssss.
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This may be your high-water mark. Your work continues to evolve. I read it three times and was literally stunned. I just twitted and will reblog.
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Thanks Jasper. Cannot express how much your support means
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft.
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I have mentioned a time or three that you are one of my favorite poets, right?!
Another mesmerizing trip through language.
I actually have started thinking things like, “this is the kind of image of Olde Punk would use.” In fact I found one this morning I should send you.
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Thanks Christine. Please send me the pic would love to see it
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Ironically, it turned out that the one I was thinking about was one you have already used! I did send you a couple of others. Consider them consolation gifts.
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Wow, OP! I know I say that a lot when I read your stuff. Well, that’s your fault. Lol. Well done!!
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Thanks so much my friend 🙏🍻
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You set the bar high only I feel you broke the bar. You hit the mark with this poem. And you’ve spoken the truth in the respects of Mankind. Bravo! my friend. 🙂
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Thanks Charlie 🙏
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You welcome friend. 🙂
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