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Claw Marks, Red

Do not underestimate the desperate,

that person you have consigned to disregard,

contempt and loathing.

No matter how “low” they seem to go,

there is always a possibility, a chance, a switch,

and in clawing desperation, ardor and rage,

their ragged fingernails

can and will

shred your hubris,

your face.


(To be continued…)









Shocked and appalled at the state of our yard,

old Nelly would be spinning in her grave,

if she hadn’t been cremated.









it’s a dacha garden,

do I care about some weeds?

Yet, the neighbors demand a strange perfection,

I don’t understand,

it’s not like we’re feeding the collective!

(Just who are these people?)