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Family Secrets

Raised up like curds on Calvary
I ponder on the time machine....
How much would Hitler pay
For the journals of Trinity?
Maybe I would lend Rasputin
A good solid dose of Prozac....
Then my thoughts are taken
When my eyes catch site of my hand
A trigger calloused index finger
And accompanying powder burns
Bringing up a memories patina
Of the time spent admiring family portraits
While I meandered down Oblivion’s corridor.

(2013)

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