swinging overhead
I felt the sword of Damocles scrape my scalp that night
and although the cut wasn't deep
it left a scar which reminds me of its power
each and every day.
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About Me
- Rupert Pupkin
- Los Angeles, CA, United States
- My name is Cliff Weber and I'm a writer. I update this page with new work from time to time, so feel free to comment and share your thoughts.
I've self published three books of short fiction, poetry & prose, "Matzo Ball Soup", "Jack Defeats Ron 100-64" and "Remain Frantic", as well as a poetry chapbook, "even if it takes all night", and a flash fiction chapbook, "recycled fiction for the impatient". All of them are available for sale on lulu.com.
If I were you, I would make love to Damocles..
ReplyDeletewhy would I see his sword when the life is too short?..and there is only one "Damocles" in this world unfortunately.
metaphor..metaphor..I know..
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