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Let Go
There is order in the fragments. Cups in a late night diner are melody, stacked chairs the staff. Chaff comes, goes, we separate not always wisely. I hold on too long to the discards, the stones, and rocks. Rocks, beautiful stones arranged worn do not feed or satisfy. I’m down in my cups amongst the…
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For Lil’ Buddy
On a cold February afternoon 2 years ago our lives were forever changed when we saw your picture we fell in love a phone call made and lots of questions Then off in the car half our later you are here you are home our Lil’ Buddy scared dirty hurting hungry shaking With one tiny…
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It’s About Time*
For All My Patience and All My Waiting. For The Simple Remedy Of A Greedy Me. Come Satisfy Me. Touch Where You Want. Explore The Depth’s Of Your Lust. No Time Is For Granted. Our Space Is Wide With Every Demand. I Watch You From A Far, But Feel You On My Skin..Taste You In…
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Ode to Tom Waits
Like sandpaper soaked with stolen colors ripped off the canvas of Edward Hopper’s final scene wearing a torn bloodstained turtleneck tuxedo, a silent piano player drunk from heartaches mouthed his song in broken tongues as a pencil thin prima-donna danced, frozen in time. As dawn sliced through the cover of night, his mind drifted off…
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Broken
So softly she stroked the sun as ripples of water washed white the weight of her weariness, her hands dripping tears. Suddenly she slipped from the sky turning back in time. Her sighed filled the dark night with worry, hovering like the bite of death. As dawn cracked light on her broken dreams, she sensed…
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For Stacy
How do I find the words… Describe what stirs inside of me as I think of you now gone suddenly… Tinkling laughter heard and sweet music remembered from years back created by you… A sweet smile… A very bright child… A protective sister… Rebellious daughter but loving yes loving… Confusion sets in Many waves of…
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Dreamlessly
she twirled through the mists dancing to far away music that she barely could hear the ground was uneven slippery slanted she swung out her hands to prevent her fall and she awoke in her bed in a tumble of sheets blinking panting slighting sweating another disturbed dream she stares at nothing nothing to see…
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Another year lost causes you to reflect on the past. What could you have done to make this year a little better. What could you have done to make this year and past years a little more successful. The ending of a year is like the ending of a chapter. It is exciting in a…
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In This Season
Night and there is rain in the background hitting all the surfaces available out of view an invisible gamelan orchestra of no one there playing a song we cannot follow to a non-end Machinery sporadically strums a counter rhythm waiting its turn, biding time with no purpose to propose The emptying out of all desires,…
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nothing here
look/hear before it disappears: the sump pump dumps & overflows the sharp edged wind slams ’round like a spoiled child in an enclosed room light sparkles off the shaking leaves as we leave observing for work routine put away seeing the attention to detail, say, in Robert Ryman’s white canvases and the slowing down it…