3 poems by Richard James Allen

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 ON DOUBLE-ENTRY BOOKKEEPING

There where our imaginations

might land, where what is lighter

becomes heavier than air and

can settle, but not breathe.

Here where we can breathe,

but never settle.

Nothing without its opposite.

Nothing ever in balance.

SEARCH

     He looked up ‘failure’ 

     on the internet. 

     But the internet 

     only gives you back 

     what you search for.

     So failure found him. 

B.V. (BEFORE THE VIRUS)

It wasn’t heads in boxes,

it was heads together.

It wasn’t word of mouth,

it was mouth of mouth.  

Liquid communications,

delicious communications.

Remember kisses?

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