On last seasonal piece:
Blood Stained
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you bleed I smile
I bleed you smile
we slither around in pools of blood
smeared white flesh
glimpsed
in gradually clotted red browns
incarnadine couple
the blood stream carries us away
to the sea of candy apple red
smooth then rippled
we sink slowly into the sludge
seeking pudding for breakfast
tottering along scabbed shores
of idealized tissues
patterned lace across a windshield
when the car hit the pole
the head hits the window
flecks of blood dance in the air
to settle in cunning trails
along a grassy lawn
on someone’s open-mouthed
shocked face
into that open mouth
found new home in a new body
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the dainty dangling red dew
dripping off the overhead street light
the morning rain
will pull blood to the earth
make for better roses next year
you just wait and see
it happens all the time
the undignified deal of war
bargains for blood
sacred weeping virgins
in dusty obscure orthodox churches
is that her blood
his blood
blood of the lamb
immaculate and sloppy
caked and flowing
we are in the the presence
of the great bleeder
confessing the inability of science
to stop the flow
of medicine to suture the wound
the inability of philosophy to cauterize
the challenge of where to flow
taking us along
not for a ride
for we are the ride
the tide
the blurred fingerprint
on a rear view mirror
touched in the act
the tactile moment of it
between our fingers
brought to a tongue
can these hands be licked clean
TOpoet 