Nine Pins
Life throws a curve
It's overdue
A thumb is clearly
Under screw
The wall so cold
Against my back
Lightening strike
Now charred and black
"Nine lives all spent"
Purrs leaping cat
Nowhere left
To hang my hat
A parachute
With twisted lines
An absent ear
For bell that chimes
Cruel Critique
When poem rhymes
Once friendly chat
Now voiceless mimes
A sense of lostness
Overwhelms
Now love resides
In separate realms
CV
02.12.23
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