Life has taken me by the ears

and thrashed me to the ground

stomped and pillaged my

little remaining value

into a frittering afternoon

of naps and nuances

of productivity that

barely out of the cradle

had no chance of approach-

ing the grave ending of a

polished lifetime of worming

its way into the nooks

& crevices of all unexplored

regions of the mind.

A hollow soil, soiled

not by me I wring &

writhe out my uncleanli-

ness of clothing worn

only to attract looks of

common decency

in a world preverted

by values of a master

so preoccupied with


sins flowed everywhere-

sparks of a sharpening

blade still dull from



Photograph © Dennis Frates Photography

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