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Poesie not rising;

the moon at half force

           it’s invisible imps

     tap on my window

threaten to expose my failure

       & ample shortcomings

But to wallow

      in self flagellation

    accomplishes nothing

I find myself glancing

   a souvenir voodoo doll

            from the Big Easy

       glowers back at me

perverse ideas rise

    from ashes

       as I torment myself

     with linguistic exploits

the cardinal sin of vanity

       I glare down

    a German Shephard

detained by a chain link fence

I retain bragging rights

     for another evening

a rekindling of passion

             between

Mother Earth and Father Sky

sprinkling a little nutmeg

   into the hard cider

        allowing the twilight     

            to flounder

Should have been other plans

             Plan B

               and Plan C

      never enacted

We sought the truth

       and found no answers

they said you just never know

      and that’s

         as close

    to truth as we ever came