My poem "Larva" has been accepted by inkscrawl. This is the one I wrote on realizing I could no longer recognize some people I had once cared for very much. The title is in the Roman sense: a ghost, a death-mask. Guest appearance by Ashmedai, who is still important to me.
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- 1: That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line
- 2: In those days, I still believed in the future
- 3: And even if I can't read it right, everything's a message
- 4: I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
- 5: I don't like people to get the idea that I have to do this for a living
- 6: We only want the world to know that we support the status quo
- 7: How she'll greet me when she meets me when my ship gets in to port
- 8: Nothing very important
- 9: We rented a glass-bottom boat, we got farther from shore
- 10: Or the ocean's brine will turn to wine
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