Swallowing is the Issue

The doctor tells me, the feeding tube is the size of linguine. There is no irony in his voice. Facts. It's temporary, to get nutrients into the old man. He had two small strokes in bad places. 

Carnivore octogenarian dilemma. The old man hasn't had a meal in five days. A man prideful about his choppers, his cock, and numbers. A temporary feeding tube?

B.F.M.

Spell

Quiet dirge,

twilight.

Moon born

half light.

Mind, mind, mind.

Snow drift,

midnight.

Dark raven's 

vexed sight.

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Pacemaker

Death came, yet 

the leaf clings

hoping tomorrow

will return.

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Life & Death

The coffee pot 

emptied.

B.F.M.

Aokigahara

Awakening doesn’t mean 

a lifetime of day lilies,

sometimes it’s an unbearable 

dense forest. Where 

pine limbs jerk under duress.

Heavily fruited bodies 

swing 

twist

swirl 

toiling to liberate 

bedeviled shadows

who’ve seen behind

the veil.

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Bryers Cherry Vanilla

Emptied after two days, 
its creamy contents 
stales in
the whales belly
and he wonders why
he can’t shit.

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Dust Storms

Your elders gloat like lilly pads
on a pond
under sunscreen and broad hats

thousands of miles from their 
grown children.

Then the call comes:
“your mother, she fell”;
"your father, has a spot, lump, cough.”

All this is an unexpected thunder storm 
carpeting your sun.

You don’t know it yet, but you’ve 
just been drafted into the minor leagues
playing for a team plagued by dust storms.

B.F.M.