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Followers of Identity

Posted on April 5, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

Why do some just follow? Altering their outer shell To become another being A muted copy Of another that they praise   Do they hate their soul? Disgusted by what they are Wasting strength To transform into a butterfly When … Continue reading →

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Baby Fingers

Posted on April 4, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

Gooey and curious Getting into everything With a mind of their own Toilet paper on the floor Cereal in the couch An ice cream scoop In the bathtub Books stacked in the morning DVDs strewn at night These little fingers … Continue reading →

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The Phiocrytes

Posted on April 3, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

They live in fear In the jungles of Serdune Thriving on the floor Among the moldy leaves Always with their tall eye Scanning the limbs above Thousands thrive United for survival Against the one they hate The ones who fed … Continue reading →

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Ringing Ears

Posted on April 2, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

A dull sound On the fringe of sense Yet one you can’t ignore A phantom’s echo From booming bass Or screaming child Driving you mad As the seconds tick by (April 1st Entry of Ranting Papizilla’s poetry month challenge.)

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Ash Man

Posted on April 1, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

Pieces floating off With every gentle breeze Disappearing in the dark A gradual erosion Of a body made from ash Crinkling with every step Causing more to disappear Until the stiff wind comes And takes his form away (April 1st … Continue reading →

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The Ogre Rules

Posted on March 28, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

A rumbling grunt of grump As it steps from its lair Irritable at nothing Lashing out at everything Pounding and crashing Forcing others to hide high Sighs tainted with a brewing funk He is on the edge Of another daily … Continue reading →

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Mad Doctor of Dyer

Posted on March 27, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

(Ever stumble onto an old piece of writing and struggle to figure out what you were drinking to create such insanity?  Here’s one of mine.) Beneath the clean-cut hedges And the children playing tag Thrives a maze-like lab Run by … Continue reading →

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Always Wrong

Posted on March 26, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

Yelling for my help Then casting it away I did it wrong I missed a step I do not listen As if you can be ignored Tensions rise My patience thins I’ve had it with this shit Today I write … Continue reading →

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Sarcastically Perfect Way to Wake Up

Posted on March 25, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

My breath in the air Telling me it is too cold Yet I’m in the house (I don’t care about equinoxes and calendars.  It’s spring when it stops snowing, I can put away my winter jacket, and I stop seeing … Continue reading →

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I Got . . . Nevermind

Posted on March 24, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

I ask the daily question Do you have him in control? I get a nod and shooed away She claims to have him To clean and work away Letting my mind wander Until the inevitable Thudding feet Crashing toys Screams … Continue reading →

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