You were always musical, ready with a tune

And though I was tone deaf, my ear quite tin

We muddled on by dint of the golden mean

Though I was convinced all opera was a sin

The keyboard in our pool is testimony to a breach

A sad rupture in our regime of mutual toleration

I confess that I shoved it in with one fell swoop

After you inflicted that last Prokofiev quotation

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One More Week Gone In A Blink.
Stares Off Reflection…….
Am I Still The Same?
It Reflects The Grimacing.
I Think My Nightmares
Are Trying To Prepare Me.
Anticipating My Bones
Before They Mold,
One Day Wake-Up Old.
I’m A Week Today.
Never’s A Blink Away.
I Think In Nightmares……..
Am I Still The Sane?
It Reflects The Grimacing.

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SHE

She looked all of a rock goddess in her black vest,                                                                                          

grey skin tight leggings and loose brown hair.                                                                                               

Bent over the pool table doing her shot,                                                   ...

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