staring at myself
getting lost
in wide
twitching eyes
and gaping
contorted mouth
wild flowing hair
pinned back
still flying round
my tear streaked
sweating face
like a cross section
of a sedimentary lake bed
monstrous noises
terrorize me
screaming?
laughing?
no way of telling
camera flashes
temporarily
erase my countenance
from the window
and chrome bits
no matter how
I cry and plead
there is no escape
no assistance
that is something
from the movies
or TV
no high speed chase
to find me
they know where I am
they let me go
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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