September 22, 2018 at 11:04 pm (Poems) (, )

We were together, in a house,
with inopportune windows,
They showed us only our errors,
encapsulated in nuclear snow.

One by one we succumbed
by various means, to it,
some of us simply walked outside.
– Not even a predicament.

Unpleasant though they sometimes are,
dreams are sent with reason,
and once I have figured this,
I’ll surely be empowered.


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Clean Energy

June 7, 2012 at 10:09 am (Poems) (, , , , , , )

The fish are dying

The great pool no longer thrives:

Absurd misnomer.

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