It sits
on a pedestal,
wards of symbols,
runes, and
phases of
the moon,
awaits a
signature
It beats,
duct taped
patch
leaking and
thumps off
key.
Tried to pick
it’s locks
With
sweet soft touches
to no avail.
And that stupid dragon
keeps getting in the way!!
I thought I tamed him
you see,
(and now know he is me)
now he mocks and
blocks me
with weapons
like survival and life,
the need to be wanted,
a master stoke!
Alone,
of cleared mind,
all is background,
existence
….and fill
the hole
with new
duct tape….
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I currently have an e-book of poetry being sold for under a dollar for 99 cents,“Conflicts”.
Sales go to the support of my poetry and limited profit liability company, Stone Temple Micro-Finance and Research, L3C.