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Catastrophe

strikes – once, twice?

Thrice and out of here.

A bomb masquerading as a bowling ball;

this heavy burden of

duplicity.

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In a race to get hot

the pot is calling the kettle…

“Boiling?”

“No, just lit.”

“And, half-full?”

“No, half-empty.”

Sigh.

“Okay. Thanks a lot.”

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Now, stand back and watch the fireworks.

Tick, tick… broom.

Embarrassed;

fallen Ash is swept aside;

a remnant of explosive outbursts.

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Burning gratuities of rage

make the face

of a clock

that time

could not change

nor cataclysm

erase.

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Counting down to

dinner-time.

But, no just desserts

just yet.

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Repeatedly,

primordial soup

is forcefully ingested

and teary-eyed child is

degraded.

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Erupting memories;

simmer

indelible scars;

resurface.

Unfaded.

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