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David Laffler —
Poet,
Raleigh,
NC
David
Laffler is a 32 year old private investigator who has lived in
Raleigh, NC for the last 23 years, through most of which he has has
been writing. He is fortunate enough to be married to a wonderful and
tolerant woman, and is often caught in the middle of the never ending
struggle of good and evil between their dog, Payne, and their cat,
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“balrog”
it came up from hell,
through the rain and snow,
under the paw of Cerberus,
to heed your summons,
your backlash,
your silent prayer to
Some Angel.
a languid monster amongst
broken columns,
and white marble faces with their
broken noses and scratched eyes,
it gave you its fury,
smashing at your bulwarks,
undeniable to a specific point,
immune to your physics,
trapped in your universe,
on fire.
© David Laffler
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“bone loyal”
It was
picked up by an edge,
traced,
tranced,
rounded,
Just about the (yellowed) eye socket,
I put a thumb in
Cool (dark like time) Space
Just to see
if
you
were there.
something is
familiar
about this index finger,
(right here – I’ll show you)
that traces
outside of the process,
triangles and circles,
curves and grinning squares,
but…..
your geometry is
different
though
you’re not – save the dust,
it whispers and leeches,
the light from your windows,
placing it on festering tongues,
that swear fealty
to everything here,
and everything there,
but
bones.
© David Laffler
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