Martin, Diana

Robb, Jennifer

English

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14A Cold Day at an Auction/His life was laid outall over his soon to be liquidatedbackyard.He was into small engines,radios and guitars.The men in the stetson hatswere gonna sell it all.The car at noon.The house at one.The homemade guitar,Carved onyx dogs,Paintings of God.All the things that gave him joy,peace, strength and laughter,sacrificed to the Vulture pack."Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar,Two dollar, two dollar,SoldTwo dollars."I've got a dead man's rug on my floor.The unknown remembered manwho gave me the adrenalin buzzof the competing pack,tearing and devouringthe skin and bone and meatof a lifetime.--Diana MartinLonelinessAll I depended on isSwept up by the emptinessAnd tossed across my mindLike a tumbleweed blownAcross the desert.The sullen area of my existenceIs burnt into my mind,Exposed to the heatOf questions unanswered.The cool night castsOver passions lostAnd the memoriesTravel through my mindLeaving their tracksLike animals,Only different becauseThe drifting sand of timeWon't cover them up.--Jennifer RobbinsMANUSCRIPTS

A Cold Day at an Auction / Loneliness

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