he is mysterious and brooding.
he came from nowhere and to
nowhere he shall return.
he moves silent as a cat,
witch-dark, and stares
with a pitiless amber gaze
like a hawk soaring high
above the clouds.
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the worms
everything was fine.
the night was
a great big juicy apple
and we were enjoying it
together.
until.
two tiny worms
rankled and crawled
at the bottom of
my heart and left
a bad taste
in my mind’s
mouth:
R. Brookes McKenzie 