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Approaching Paris

Let me climb inside this hole and die Then maybe there’s an end To all the pointed barbs I feel— Sebastian bleeding in his field— And all the Hydra-headed Hope That proves to be No more than Just Pretend. What … Continue reading

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Footing the Bill

I know some people Have a “thing” about feet. I am not one of them. To me a foot Is a means of locomotion And I don’t even know How efficient it is: I read once That the Big Toe … Continue reading

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Concretions of Ecstasy

Making due Little Conestoga imports: Wagons crammed with Guilt, Mule-trains loaded with shame, Packages bursting with Expectations Making do Trying hard to be The Man My parents expected My country expected My Alma Mater expected My culture expected My neighbors … Continue reading

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Scouting Report

It’s my third or second Jameson I drink them double, neat, And you know that here the bartenders Are fluid with the jiggers So I’m feeling primed and carefree Ai I look over the prospects At the singles and the … Continue reading

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Happiness

Felicity sat On the Bus Stop bench, Old newspapers Whipping at her feet, Fingers flying Over touch screen keys: Texting each Of her 5000 friends when A toothless derelect approached And thrust forth fingerless gloves In spare change supplication. Felicity … Continue reading

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A Reasonable Appeal to Passion

-or- A Passionate Appeal to Reason My poet friends Are quite verbose About those things That get their goat Injustice or Oppression or Some c— Who broke their heart— But though I used to Rant and Rage I have found … Continue reading

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Loose Canon

Some Believers Like their Scripture Carved in Stone Like the Tablets On the Mountain, But Metaphoric Moshe Shattered those And had to recreate them From memory— And the Canon Many Christians worship Is the same: Scattered pieces Like a boxed … Continue reading

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Topiary

The pair of yoga pants Across the street Display themselves Stretched over taut musculature Flexing to yard work and Occasionally Turning away To bend and pluck Weeds from the cracks In the sidewalk. I think they are Signaling My brush … Continue reading

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A Spin of the Wheel

The daffodils Burst through the ground Weeks ago Their rich, green, leafy stalks Perennially pushing aside The grains of dirt And soil Struggling sun-ward Long, sinuous stems Strengthening daily Conspiring with Spring To smuggle a palette Of petals Into my … Continue reading

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Stretched on the Horns

He sat beside the Woman he loved inhaling her essence savoring the melodic timbre of her laughter enrapt in adoration of her iconic profile aware she had him tied and bowed and neatly filed in the Friend cubbyhole and wondered … Continue reading

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