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snowbirding in Adelaide


we’re starting to make sense of nothing
the magic in magicland
the danger in danger zone
do you remember that time
you pissed off the Aussie Supermodel

it’s winter in summer
and you’re discoing in the other Hemisphere
you swear you’ve never been there
but how else can you explain
not knowing about the rainy season in Arizona

that time you pissed off the Supermodel
man we all just about peed our pants
do you remember or was it all a Dream
that year on a whim we decided
to venture Down Under for the winter





august two thousand twenty-two
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late Sunday morning


what can I take from him
in his waning years
that I’ve yet to discover

he asked me
is there anything that I have here
that you want
anything whatsoever

of course I realized
he was speaking of material things
having consistently kept his own philosophies
close to the vest

in hindsight there were probably
a thing or two or three—

could it have been
he was opening a door
trying to bait me like the fisherman
that he is
tempting me with a tidbit or two
only to yank it away

I nodded sideways
uninterested in the material world
incapable of matching his own imagination





august two thousand twenty-two
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like a thief in the night


the pain is more or less
bearable
I tell myself

in between breaths
my words
are unrecorded

I hit the play button
but there’s nothing
but ghost static

the sun keeps
disappearing
earlier & earlier

I get up & look
out the window
tell myself

it must be cloudy
tonight
and limp back

to your bedside
& pretend
to steal your pain





august two thousand twenty-two
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alien invasion


can you imagine
her breaking in on the scene
attempting to decipher
what exactly the aliens
are doing on this planet

the fossil record
has long been replaced
ever since creedence clearwater
came onto the scene

assassinations will eventually
replace any & all
mass shootings
targeting those actually
or pretending to be
part of the problem

digression is a son of a bitch
but what’s left to do
other than looking back
analyzing why we hadn’t
put away such evil empires
in the first place





august two thousand twenty-two
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Homeschooling


I must have been an early teen
my mother being pissed
I hadn’t heard of Appomattox
a battle having occurred
over 100 years prior

If they had taught me at school
I either didn’t pay attention
or couldn’t remember
and being a child with virtually
no constitutional rights
I elected not to plead the fifth

Why the subject arose
in the first place
I’ve no recollection Senator
but what I want to know is
[to this very day]
why she never bothered
to take the time [that day]
to teach her child a lesson





august two thousand twenty-two
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natural born killers


do you see my face
how it’s changed over the years
behind these bars
my eyes are barely visible

nobody here knows my name
nobody’s available
to interpret my dreams

I talk to myself without speaking
a stark reminder how
it’s always been this way

back in the day I never slept
but now it seems that’s all I do

back in the night
I roamed the city streets
blasted by light
both inside & out

fully packed & constantly aware
I look for a place to be alone

so here I am doing time
alongside natural born killers
learning from the second best
& taking from all the rest





august two thousand twenty-two
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drawing upon experience


the illustrator is a solitary sort
unaffected by the price
of electricity or groceries
quietly going about the business
of pleasing one child at a time

as a student of life itself
nothing was out of bounds
pain & grief & sorrow
joy & humor & celebration
aiming to make the children
think for themselves
creatively showing them
the power of possibilities





august two thousand twenty-two
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barking at the bay window


it was near midnight
the dog was barking
waking me mid-dream
just as I was I ready
to corner the dormouse

I stretched & yawned
slowly rising to my feet
stretching my legs
& lifting my back upward
toward the ceiling

by this time the dog
had retreated back to her bed
but eventually curiosity
& the red full moon
got the better of me





august two thousand twenty-two
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That Magical Feeling


All children must go to heaven
Those not making it to school age
Their lives forever young
Faces kept inside lockets
Moments in time frozen
Played over & again
Shadows longer in the winter
Eyes sparkling like distant stars
Smiling like chameleons
Hiding in broad daylight





august two thousand twenty-two
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if we ever get out of here


wanting to go deep
past the beginning
the starting place
keeps changing

self-medicating
with various devices
unlikely approved
by the powers that be
haphazardly curing
that which ails me
one unforgivable sin
at a time

before the cock
crows (again)
I tell myself I’ve never
denied you
not in this life
nor the next





august two thousand twenty-two
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ghost cats of the historic mill district


the walls are rock solid here
repurposed mill district buildings
turned into restaurants
& other retail establishments
studio & two bedroom efficiencies
on 2nd & sometimes 3rd floor
anything higher than that
allegedly under reconstruction

most of the domesticated
& feral felines of the day
enjoyed their finest of nine lives
in the late 19th & early 20th centuries
their dominance still apparent
to this very day
chasing real life moths & mice
from one building to the next





august two thousand twenty-two
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keeping in sync with boulder colorado


your life
is in the palm of your hand
sometimes you charge it
by day
other times by night
depending upon so many factors
some of which
are under your control
but mostly most of which
are certainly not


there will come a day
people will no longer
need to plug themselves in
but rather be recharged
by the bright yellow sun
constantly coming
in & out of their lives
like atomic clockwork





august two thousand twenty-two
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the world isn’t full of love


the constant call to arms
loudspeakers in the city streets
projecting all the romance languages

young boys & girls tilt their heads
counting years on their fingers
virtual tactical gear painted on their skin
marching to the snare & the bugle

a caravan of tarp covered vehicles
transport wet-eared recruits
populating newly formed camps
outside the danger zone

soon the city will be empty
and children in their infinite wisdom
find what the world lacks is love





august two thousand twenty-two
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repairing past afflictions


that childhood moment
when you were maybe seven or eight
magically reappearing in your mind
the accuracy of the recollection
of little importance
the images as vivid as the orange
sun sinking into the blue-green sea
the waves crashing the shoreline
tumbling over themselves ad infinitum
somehow making the past
much clearer than the present
leaving you with a slight smile
and a single teardrop





august two thousand twenty-two
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black hole pond


we’ve been skipping stones
out of the earth’s atmosphere
and getting much better at it

like across a body of water
the rock will eventually sink
mostly likely to the bottom

but seriously how much different
can it be from this advantage
compared to way way out there





august two thousand twenty-two
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tornado alley


it was complete madness
throwing blueberries into the blender
what next
peanut butter & a rabbit’s tail
a few dead triple A batteries
a mix of trail mix including
rocks & such

the wizard opens the lid
and there it is again
unleashed & spinning madly
heading straight toward your dream
cows & pigs in flight
will you awaken
or will you die





august two thousand twenty-two
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