Now the wound:
No hematoma (lost in time)
Nor rank aroma.
Hold the gut
Shut your trap
Fold both hands in the lap.
Sweet surprise
Not for you.
Rocky road you eschew.
Escarole a chew not shunned
With balanced bowels,
Bills not dunned.
In Greenpoint solid
You ensconce.
Resulting stump
Was whole leg once.
Made clean is now this amputee
In Slavic sparkle sans the glee.
To sleep for once,
Not here nor there
But in the arms of Loving Care.
Keep full steam
Steady's best.
Of Flower Girl
A small request.
Don't dwell on the umpteenth snub
Sweetest One
Entwined: the rub.
Mute remain
With alien neighbors.
Theirs: to wax,
Yours: waning labors.
Plug up holes.
No psychic pain
When counted, placed, cleaned and tamed.
Still, a something (what?) not stilled.
Small voice votive, motive killed.
Empty such: no filling filled.
Rockets racing to the end.
Send me to these stars that mend
No more a heart, nor need to rend.
But sign, release,
What I can lend:
Forgotten bones,
Poems never penned.
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