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Cow Milk Silo
Dementia across-lawn strideswither the spurgesunspot. The maid’s Tennessee handsbridge the thistle, her spine of damp & rest,dreaming of an electric scale. Pastures & pasturesof cow milksilo painted, blurring it all impartial.
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Chauvinist Pigs
The riot squad is restlessThey need somewhere to go – Bob Dylan, “Desolation Row” Derek the chauvinist piggyUp to his knee in neckAll coz George wanted a ciggyAnd paid for a pack with dreck Repeat: I can’t breathe, he saidI can’t breathe: sixteen timesa mindfulness exercise gone code redDerek up to his neck in crimes…
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BACKBONE TRAIL
The trail to the park from the valley is crisscrossed with years, like a backbone Maybe the time you hit all greens home from work or maybe the loves that simply stopped, crossing up ahead with mates in hand and exploding nets of new trail. Maybe it’s a bridge over the gorge…
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Mr. Snuggles
The first thing Ms. Edith Wormly did when she woke up was put on her slippers and lean over to pet her Persian cat, Mr. Snuggles, who, not wishing to rise yet, opened one eye, looked around, and shut it again. His eyes slanted downward toward his pushed-in nose and small mouth, as though he…
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La Ciel
The methods turn to ridicule:piano & cello, storyboardhemisphere | wecheat panel to panel That old damson euphoria—the tri-state area;trouncing gun houndsof horse-tail— Won’t say. Airborne ricochet,near-flesh made real,atomize out of life le ciel, too late
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WHERE LOVERS CONVERGE
The sweetness of forgetting comes down to falling in love with you each day all over again Where lovers converge there is plenty of time Time doesn’t even come up until the children are safely themselves It’s always been hard to say why we’re here if time is a map other than love…
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The Deep End
My swim trunks flow like algae,under & entrenchedby sterile blue shifts) The once-great sky cavernsinto rapt chlorine gates: The Deep End,where is it? Widening curves warp our towninto nill-lands oblique I have no ground to stand on,the pool holds me helpless— ‘til Death collectsthis daredevilwater-lung &exhausted.
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Post-Pink
Tasted true love discretely, professedas headlong prose,doing all we could & what we liked. The rain fell early— Post-pink; we’ve gone through this;on a mound of fog,raising my hat to the diamond, I wanted more. Dawn sewed through chainlink,aloft like heaven’s gate, Hope kicks hard; there is easehere knowing— I cannot find your name.
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Circular Dreaming
In bed, comfortably cocooned in wool against the winter solstice, I watch the night sky beyond my window. Half awake, I wonder at the myriad stars exploding into life, forming shifting shapes over endless eons as I drift off to sleep, to dream of past ages. Other lives are conjured, when sacred women reclined in…
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Final Thoughts
The flash of the nuke’s impact enveloped Carl’s eyes to a point of near total blindness. It was all done now. The war had been finished without a true victor. His eyes settled enough for him to witness the world’s end before him. He breathed with a frightened quiver as he saw the shockwave from…
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Darkness, World, No Flame
No ideas no sparks no advancement. No way to see the future and no way to see the past. No passion to strive for more than being content with No moving pieces that we cannot change. I say…
