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Trust Me, I’m a Doctor

The hand quivers, the fingers numb –
clenched to the steering wheel
the colour of concentration,
his thumb taps ever-so-timely
now a long-forgotten song.
a talent so lovingly pruned
here, now, it seeks the muse
and to be the muse
of the man with the fingers;
dripping with paint
and oh those baby-blues
with light refracting heart-snare
step into the vortices
and take me,
take me there.

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Burning Sage

Oh! Ego. Argo – not again!
Painless, not pointless.
It won’t happen…
not like you; I’m different (!).
Rest assured,
or don’t rest at all,
you know it’s only
a matter of time
before you push the button.
Go on.
Push it.

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Blocker

wholly lost
engulfed in flame
it cries into its reflection —
the mirror (the mirror!).
the seer; fingers dripping
emerald promises
of depth and certain knowing
a dance of red delight
and words a-twisting
inside the brain
it tells the heart
to feel no pain.

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