Best Leavings Poems

My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee…..
multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet tarts pave our way. 
Choosing now to remain, linger, going deep with in the ocean free.

Forms incorporeal above me rise to celestial sea. 
The earth bathes now in...

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When I am only an almanac of belonging
left behind
I will leave a son who will move on
allowing me time to pick his pockets
of the sins of his father.

There will be grandchildren
tucked away in kindergartens,
my stick figure and bloated face
peering adoringly at them from
nursery walls.

The fridge...

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