This morning,
I saw a bird
that doesn't exit.
It vibrated one
pregnant instant
in my fluttering head
and vanished;
by far the loveliest
I have never seen.
- mce
Saturday, June 5, 2010
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Merely a holding cell for journal entries, wry observations, attempted witticisms, poems and random aphorisms. Sense of humor required. This is poetry, NOT biography. Please do not call 911, stage an intervention or suggest AA. Everyone deserves their own death, allow me mine. Tentative conclusions encouraged. Advice ignored. Absolute truths not welcome. Enlightenment unlikely. Play on.
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