pages and pages

by jhon baker

My son brings me a scorpion… I am tempted to stop there as it is true, fascinating and white knuckle. He brings it to me and asks about how it stings you and wonders about its size and relative effectiveness (at causing death or illness). As we live west of Chicago there are no scorpions here, and especially these deadly ones that he brings me which is suspended in acrylic.
There may be some live readings of my poetry, performed by me, coming up. We shall see. I will film it and post that if any of these happens.

dying roses are not broken promises


literal or not
we bled on pages
and pages and
pages of uncertain poetry.

women bleed with efficiency.

dying roses are not
broken promises as
are crumbling petals
no longer red.

– Hoc Scripsi


maybe later I’ll have more to say, now I only have this poem and a cup of coffee and the few comments above.

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2 Comments to “pages and pages”

  1. the fool
    that is April
    comes again
    once every year
    until the petals
    showering
    dismiss
    and
    we
    are left
    too long……

  2. Thank you for that Billy. I was just in NC, Wilmington area, Just beautiful. I've family there. Anyway, I liked this and found it a good fit.

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