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Going Home
by Michael Plante Blue skies aboverolling clouds that look like homefar away from those that lovealone with those that show no mercy. Am I being punished for being born?Is it my skin?Or the color of my eyes?Or am I just a pawn in a game of chess? Is this all they have to offeris this…
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The Republic of Alice
by Michael Plante I’ve surfed the rabbit hole of illusiona dark twisting vortex of imaginationand landed with a thud that shook the worldas the queen of hearts cried in the night. I ate rabbit stew because he was too opinionated for my likingtossed in some mushrooms and a caterpillar just for funthen rode the Cheshire…
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Mother Asked Why
by Michael Plante Intuitively I push the envelope to the edge-Mother asked why?I could never answer.Scribed on the envelope was My Lifedetails nobody knew about.The thoughts taken into a nightmareexposed my weaknessand fortified my tenacity. The envelope teetered on the edgeof life and death.The weight of nightmares pulls it to the darknesswhile sunshine pushed it…
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Goodnight America
by Michael Plante Riding the coattails of insanity,grasping the tail of the purple elephantlicking a silver-plated spoon made of ledtransfixed by the wick’s amber.Good night Americathe doors are closed. Outsiders live on the fringesleeping on vacant sofasoffice workers shuffle their feetpushing their souls through paper-shredders.God is a noun poured into a glassor a line of…
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Cannibal Spirits
by Michael Plante I sit with God in the outbacka deserted place void of human contactmy faith in people lay like sun-bleached bonesscattered around the barren placed in a symbolistic manner.If life came with a warning symbolit would have been a skull over cross bones. God is an optimist,dancing around the fire at Burning Manwaiting…
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