My latest original five-line poem.
Quicksand
standing in the sand like silk
quickly slurping down for the
snakes, mouths agape, ready —
do they bother with corpses? —
they digest the sands of my time.
Poem: Quicksand
Milam's Musings
“All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
Milam's Musings 
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