Jimbo’s Diner

We sat a bit, and ate, and then,
she asked if I was always shy
of sharing what I really meant:
I thought, 'I guess I am that guy'
But these are the conversations held
inside, the moments that we die.

I asked her, too (for fair is fair)
if she had always been so bold:
'Not so,' she said, and laughing drank
a coffee that had long gone cold --
For death is a dance of words, sometimes,
when we pretend that we’ve not gotten


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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