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Threesome by Darryl Price

You made a fist, instead of a hand.
Sent mortal missiles. Instead of a
Cool cup. So many missed the meaning.

They couldn’t relate their own heads, hearts
Or feet to the perfection you asked
For.You took everything,but called us

Thieves. There was no other way to die
Except badly and by your side. Now
I’ve returned with poems to quench them.

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Unintended by Darryl Price

The wash of something blue into the red of something
momentarily melting and beautiful but not for long. The promise
of a living blackness to come. Black that will darken
every doorstep, conceal but not restrict every attempt at dancing.

The movement of all living things rushing together towards another
chance to see another day through to its flashpoint. Forgotten
starfish crawling into each other’s history,making starfish history keep
with the times, with its arms, or are they all

legs?But not alone. Never alone.No. All things continue
to consume the universe and the universe continues to regenerate
itself through the daily cannIbalism like a coat of many
colors turned insideout. You can easily wear it either way

and it becomes the season you are in.Consequences happen
so fast that your reaction time seems like a joke
in comparison. You might die tonight. The notices will all
have mouths of their own, teeth stuck in your dreams.

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I Took My Blind Spot by Darryl Price

Out for riding and

Oh she did jump the
Overgrown hedges
So beautifully

Such that the little
Purple flowers thrilled

Themselves several
Shades deeper in the
Quickness of her flight.

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Another World by Darryl Price

wants war with another world.
You are not like us. Don’t say you
hunger in the same way. We have
God’s word that you must be destroyed
in order to ensure our own
safety. God would not lie. God does
not lie. There can be only one
true world, but not if you are in

it with us.There is no room for
the unbeliever. There’s only
the faithful willing to die, to
kill,to sacrifice even their
children to earn God’s forgiveness.
But I tell you snakes hidden inside
these poor men’s minds you are wrong
and you have always been wrong to

assume God wants anything to
do with you now. There are worlds on
each and every surface you touch.
Inside every shaft of sunlight.
You don’t have to believe me. Your
hearts are constantly telling you
this message. You must listen before
it is too late to seek life.

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broken shells by Darryl Price

They do not come to life to live for a purpose. They often can be seen slowly carrying around their little sunken empty heads like practically torn in half purses full of pretend money. No amount of cash now is ever going to stop them from being stepped on by the big disposal’s iron toes. They are not completely blind. This is the sad act. Things have long ago run out of their ears and into the out of print bins. They aren’t even dead yet. They just are missing something, something like a wall, or a hip, but what is it? What’s that name? There’s a word for it.. They’ll never be done up pretty all the way again or refurbished and thrown back out to sea. No one will want to move in upstairs again. It’s best to leave the whole thing over to some friendly fishy ghosts. Who knows they may end up playing cards for a century or two. Give the place some semblance of a huge wave having been through there once upon a time.

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Crowd by Darryl Price

You can’t get out of it, but you can feel out. They
can kick you out, but you can rejoin by refusing to leave
in the first place.You know if you’re a part of something

or not. The problem is this choice thing that asks you questions
even when you’ve already arrived at the answer’s doorstep. Oh they can
be cruel if you preen yourself differently. They take that as an

instant insult. You are not playing mirror. No one wants to see
the back of your skull. They watch you for signs. All’s well
as long as you remember when to pull your assigned puppet string.

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To the Core by Darryl Price

Of the core we go because the core has been compromised.
We’ll go deeper trusting in things turning inside out in the
end because there is no place where a new center cannot
be found. Plus we carry the ultimate tuner with us at
all times. You could say it is us but of course
that implies that there is no where to run,no where
to hide. Let it. The implication that we are our own
maps makes sense. As much as finding life in a frozen
chunk of black sea. As much as finding that the universe
contains another universe. It’s all true. The problem is the way
they believe in things as the only way things can breathe.

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