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 May 2017
Oskar Erikson
do not hold
hands that do not fear
losing yours.
 May 2017
Butch Decatoria
I've become sick

All that ****

They broadcast

Kills me.
Front page Tower of Babel.
 May 2017
Butch Decatoria
How Mornings open

The day with wonder,

Loveliest

Of bosoms...
 May 2017
Butch Decatoria
From nothing but

Cerebral constructs

Mind becoming

Matter

Spontaneously

Combusts.
 May 2017
Butch Decatoria
An itch loudly pines

Within

Like molting

Cicadas'

White noise.
 May 2017
Butch Decatoria
Men grow up

Boys refuse

Truth abides

Relinquish old youths.
 May 2017
Butch Decatoria
Happy the Fool

Who never will anger

At the world.
 May 2017
spysgrandson
who taught children,
asked for nothing,
and died last night
Yes, there was a Hector, and he did die yesterday. He was a humble servant.
 May 2017
SøułSurvivør
what is death?
the maw of the
maelstrom

moribund
malcontent


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