Memo from Corporate (2012)
UnhingedA burning woman shedsThe wax candle of her flesh.This is no special effect; tipsOf her roots taste of wicks.Some claim her shriek still hangsOverhead, but nothing’s really there.Only the baby she left behind,All black in white linen.[Disposable Poem October 4, 2013]Dr. Mike
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Unhinged
A burning woman sheds
The wax candle of her flesh.
This is no special effect; tips
Of her roots taste of wicks.
Some claim her shriek still hangs
Overhead, but nothing’s really there.
Only the baby she left behind,
All black in white linen.
[Disposable Poem October 4, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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