Dear Human [II]

Dear HumanHow soon is now? Time, a perpetual succession Pantomimed by rigid hands One can never measure The present tense It can only be known By what it has left The conception of ‘now’ Is also its death —a. duncan, 2021 Losing our minds for the short term gainShort term everythingNo king, no kingSwipe to the […]

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Of ardency

Condemned to abeyance I lament the ever sentimental fool Reproved by my otherwise libertine sinews My hearts crown jewel Cupid’s prodigal daughter Debauchery’s unseen enemy She is crushed velvet and arid petals Mercury glass and utopian whimsy Collector of letters Patron saint In the cult of fervency She is a maudlin harlequin Pervasive in the […]

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The Hand that Feeds

If you feed a stray dog, he will happily follow you. That is, until you cease feeding him. (or) If someone else comes along who feeds him more frequently. And just like that. Your best friend is off to the races with his new master. What does this teach us about the crude instincts inherent […]

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