Perfect Moments+New Poem

Perfect Moments

By: S.A. Quinn


Death will always be there.

Time disappears.

Perfection is the devil’s battle.

We weep for the right timing.

Memories go stale.

Photos never breathe.

You will drown as a sycophant.


Death is a warm hand.

Clocks drip ink.

Irony is the devil’s lover.

Moments chase opportunity.

Laughter sprouts mold.

Cameras freeze frozen hearts.

Don’t forget to breathe.


Death will kiss you.

Keep your eyes off the hands.

Agenda’s are the devil’s milk.

Momentarily is sacrilegious.

Ideas rotten.

Images never capture voices.

We’re drowning in a lake of perfect moments.

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