Sins Of The Flesh #1 (by William Merricle)




Sins Of The Flesh #1

our hearts are free
but minuscule

who do you think
we’re fooling

we’re only here for the autopsy

please excuse the hollowness
it’s indisputable
proof  the system works



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William Merricle lives in Lima, Ohio. His poetry has been published in Pudding
SlipstreamZeroCity, and many other publications. He is capable of 35,600 
gigaflops per second.

"Do You Think That's Air You're Breathing?" © 2010 by William Merricle, used with permission

 
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  • 3/6/2010 11:14 AM Elena wrote:
    Mericle's poems sound to me like he is in physical distress and possibly has had some life threatening illness. Am I right?
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  • 3/6/2010 7:55 PM carolyn srygleymoore wrote:
    terrific! always love any write that makes me chuckle.

    thanks
    carolyn
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  • 3/6/2010 9:27 PM chris wrote:
    I like this one.. but hard to express why....

    But I will have to interject that my heart is very large- too large to fit on a page or in a shoe box... and tends to spill over out of a glass and make a freaking big mess often... Mostly because I expect others hearts to be as big as mine .. and their not. Just sayin'....

    So maybe this is were we differ.
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