by Colin James (January 2028)
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Inspiration
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It’s as if I were pushed
through a doorway
into a different room.
And there is my muse, Muriel
brandishing a scented hanky.
The view is not spectacular.
A wall of porte vitrail
lead out to a dull balcony
above an empty courtyard
Muriel is noticeably silent
and seemingly preoccupied.
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Principals Of Objectivity
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She had a cruelness about you.
Could mop up any room with whatever
whomsoever dared to dispute.
Entering like a cosmic storm in
the far reaches of the first galaxy.
A cafe we loved so much,
to get away as is imaginable.
Tragic exuberance is served here.
That sign you stole while
I distracted the legend only
to return it again the next day.
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Colin James has a several books of poetry published, Dreams Of The Really Annoying (Writing Knights Press), A Thoroughness Not Deprived of Absurdity (Piski’s Porch Press) and Resisting Probability (Sagging Meniscus Press). He lives in Massachusetts with two cats, Dorothy and Jane.
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