Family Nonsense

I bleed champagne poetry,
am softer than brother bug –
almost corduroy –
born to father, dark,
to glass women,
we surround them,
bring liquid fevers, haunt
bluegrass rhythm growler.

How would you fool eternity?

(Such are the offerings of Magnetic Poetry online.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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