I am steam on an open window

footsteps in a blizzard 

receding swell

of a punishing tide

the kid gloved hand

of a self that died

peddling scraps

to those who’d be fed

hiding horizons

from those who’d be lead…

Insidious as a risk assessment

my bullet point well punctuated

I don’t bite the bullet

I don’t site the bullet

I load the stin...

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( A poem for Dave Bradley's challenge)

If only life were a matrix,

the best moments freeze framed,

caught in the film of an eye,

the heat of one touch,

and all the bullets side-stepped

extracted, taken out

plopped like teeth

on a silver salver;

no gas and air

no gaping gum,

just a vacuum

packed

with all the precious time.

In re...

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