Under cover of failed flesh
Slowly creeps the march of Death.
Recalling how life fair flows,
Slows not the fall of Shadow…
Month: November 2020
34 Words for Snow
Snowfall at night, music.
Comes the bone house to rest.
Now, the pale house will dream
Of the world it knew best.
Doubts, through life must we bear
As strong men come or go.
Snowfall, broken-hearted,
Buries blustering foes.
Cures for Pain
Once numb. Limbs frozen, crying to remember heat,
Lashed by the weight of night-plagued flesh.
Choking, room empty of divine, immortal breaths.
Heavy sighs returned while shivering unto death.
Hear now mother’s quivering voice after panged birth.
Watch her lead the children through each forest wild
And tell stories of every bird to fly under every sun.
Yo Body
Some recent music…enjoy.
Just Right
Where have you gone, my hopeful heart,
Exiled by new doom, soon depart?
You used to burn when pushing blood
Saw no things worthless in the mud.
Escaped the liquid from its box,
Coagulate thief, Goldilocks.
Night Breaths
We watched the sky shine dark and apologize
Lightning first, unwelcome stars we will know
Then onto other nights this moon will go
While I spare my sight future, dim-lit sighs.
True Story
Told to me by an ER nurse…
3 Words
Jason Preu 
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