First Lady
First Lady
she had
potions and roots
and ashes and soots
of words that
cast spells and
undid
lying tells
she was his
First Lady.
she thought deeply
and slept a shallow night.
she reprocessed molecules
warmed the chill of words that bite
she was his
First Lady.
she had
potions and roots
and ashes and soots
of words that
cast spells and
undid
lying tells
she was his
First Lady.
she thought deeply
and slept a shallow night.
she reprocessed molecules
warmed the chill of words that bite
she was his
First Lady.
The President
aka "I Lived In A Place"
shall i die
in a place
where no one
knows my name?
it matters not,
for I lived
in a place
where it was
just the same.
aka "I Lived In A Place"
shall i die
in a place
where no one
knows my name?
it matters not,
for I lived
in a place
where it was
just the same.
"A Poem For The First Lady", Knut Kargel
Melted Collage, 2012
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