Please don’t tarry!
Hurry to where
you’re needed, rush
as much as
you can toward
where I am.
…
Too many here
are plotting to
steel me. Help me make
their evil bleed
into the sand.
…
The jailers would
love to see
me
dashed against
their gates.
…
Lead
me far away
today. Help me
give their nasty
non-intentions the stake.
…
Their mundane conversations
create such deadly
mistakes.
…
The bells have had
it now, are done, and dusted,
and have died,
but maybe there is
still time.
…
Fast, Loving One.
Rapidly hover
above me now,
Coming From Above Me One.
…
Unload their soul
blunderbusses
and vanquish their
crucifixion dreams.
…
Real Poetry is contact invisible.
…
Real Poets are invisible.
(Even when
semi-visible).
…
Dale Williams Barrigar (images by Dale Williams Barrigar)
Dale
It is wonderful how each micropoem is unto itself and yet a part of the greater mass. Like a person.
Seems to me that you have a Red Demon on the premises. They are peaceful as long as you feed them jellies.
Thank you!
Leila
Great Bob video, when he was at full physical power. He was once mental and physical. Still as vivid today, but more like a massless entity.
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