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03 Feb 2023

the worlds that we live [in]


now that we are nearing the end
can we say it could be another way

at what moment can you point to
saying right there
that specific place in time
progressing toward the committed path
only to back off
at the eleventh hour

country boy in the big city
big city girl lost in green acres
hopping from one continent to the next
eyes set on orbiting like a satellite

there’s no debate
it’s all left to conjecture
but it’s the world we live in
and the worlds
that we don’t





february two thousand twenty-three
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27 Jan 2023

bottles of oxygen in the wine cellar


they come to the door
and ring the bell
they are the uninvited ones

I sit in the corner chair
off-white insulated curtains drawn
the bulb of the table lamp
barely buzzing

the brightless ones move on
but I suspect
they’ll return again
more capable of interaction
the next time around

turning off the light
I nod off in near silence
a dimly lit moon rising
whispering something sweet
into my ear
promising to awaken me
as always





january two thousand twenty-three
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17 Jan 2023

the subordinates


tonight we pause & give thought
to the morning light
having just traversed various points
of the universe
in a matter of mere minutes

at times there is strangeness
in ubiquity
skipping from one reality
to the next
only to find ourselves questioning
familiarity

there is a door in our peripheral
wooden or metal or glass
it matters not
and for the time being
we sit in silence
waiting for our marching orders





january two thousand twenty-three
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27 Dec 2022

fire in the attic


we’re back on the ground
having jumped out of
the little white aerocraft
at the break of dawn

at the same time
the sky was still falling
flaming rocks crashing
setting our very target on fire

we were unprepared
to reverse rappel
but that’s exactly what we did
outmaneuvering the fireballs
expertly escaping from hell





december two thousand twenty-two
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31 Oct 2022
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fragmentation


it’s what we can’t see that scares us the most
three purple aliens hovering at the door
the little one rings the bell

not everyone likes Peyton Manning
would more than likely hit the mute button
or not hand out candy on a cold & rainy night

the baseball game is postponed
for obvious reasons
a higher power undoubtedly in on the action

[it being] the car crash that killed the driver
in the early morning hours
not to mention a few dead fawns
and a number of squirrels

chili is warming on the stovetop
there’s something mysterious in the wi-fi
—the doorbell rings again





october two thousand twenty-two
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28 Oct 2022

The Next Pilgrimage


They come from out of this world
defying the very stars that sent them
hurtling through space & time
a heatseeker homing in on sheet of ice

Having reached the top of the world
that which was magically aslumber
suddenly becomes the hottest place to be
—in a flash a brand new ground zero

From all corners the people soon follow





october two thousand twenty-two
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02 Oct 2022
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a subtle invasion


the characters are neither human
nor inanimate objects
and they have quickly learned
all the languages of the world

the angle of the sun has changed
for better or worse
exposing the weakness of the old
and the superiority of the new

to be subservient or not
requires careful contemplation
whether inside your own mind
or out in the great wide open





october two thousand twenty-two
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23 Aug 2022

meteor shower


he’s not eaten in a while
you can easily tell
legs & arms moving
[as if] involuntarily
shoving into his face
anything he can get
his paws on

hominid or animal
it’s too early to tell
definitely not from
anyone’s locality
having crashed into
the wild wild rainforest
once upon a time





august two thousand twenty-two
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13 Aug 2022

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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03 Jul 2022

alien hideaway


you should be able to see me
clearly now
since becoming an alien in waiting

the tricks I’ve learned
in such a short period of time(lessness)
now preying upon your mind
as you attempt to decide
if you’re going insane
or becoming

someone exactly like me
living further from the truth
than ever before
reworking my appearance
using proverbial smoke & mirrors
and casting rolling stones
into bluesy waters
where I believe
you must be prospering again





july two thousand twenty-two
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31 May 2022

The Art of War


Once the weather radio started freaking out
all things went to hell in a handbasket

There’s one thing I know about the climate
it’s always in a constant state of flux

After the storms passed we counted
the damages on ledger paper
one for physical
two for mental
and three for extraterrestrial

The mess is becoming a bigger mess
mother nature at war with herself
randomly precise & indiscriminate
hitting targets from any & all directions
whether in the air
or on land
or at sea





may two thousand twenty-two
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19 May 2022

thoughts between alien invasions


they keep changing the rules
from ten thousand steps
to seven
eight hours of sleep
perhaps not the magic number

when I turned thirteen
I had a five speed road bike
& a brand new baseball glove
autographed by Willie Davis
          [back then]
every now & again
I’d calculate how old I’d be
come the year two thousand

I’m not going to lie
things never got much better since
too many cars & not enough
bike lanes
          where I live

I keep telling myself
things will get better
that my sports teams will once again
rise to the top
& all the evil empires of the world
will magically evaporate





may two thousand twenty-two
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26 Apr 2022
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her dark secret


stay away from him
is all they said
as if to say he is
not well

a vague warning
from a small town
without a purpose
other than to cast
shadows
where there are none

she came from the city
and found him
awkward & intriguing
though at times behind
the boathouse
never felt more alive

there are no
chronological orders
to follow in this
sordid affair
her presence somehow
disturbing time
their disappearance
to this day
unexplained





april two thousand twenty-two
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10 Mar 2022

the lull after the storm


I thought I’d seen it all
now how ridiculous is that to say
this day & age

the thing is what you’ve seen
thus far is the tip of the melting iceberg

when it comes to expressions
we seem to take
the easy way out
like taking up arms for real estate
or bullying out of sheer boredom

truth is the fat lady will never
stop singing
and the pot is sure to boil
but what’s up in the air
seems to never want to come down
like an alien in waiting





march two thousand twenty-two
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03 Feb 2022

three-fold invasion


the future arrived
a few short days ago
leaving scores scurrying
for new answers

at the pentacrest
arsonists & anarchists
met in the open air
bonfire attracting
the moths & the hungry

visitors circled above
in their hovercrafts
reminding anyone looking up
who was in charge

throughout the lands
cities burned & people fled
the guardians declaring
there was no place
to realistically hide

locals were reminded
by the visitors that the
best place to go
was that place called home

but the anarchists & the
arsonists had other ideas
opposite of the guardians’





february two thousand twenty-two
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11 Jan 2022

emergency landing


it fell from the sky & settled at the foot
of a ten foot bronze soldier on horseback

the town square first became deafened
by the sound of a supersonic missile
followed by the ground shaking with the force
of a thousand stampeding elephants

whatever it was crashed but did not burn

the alien craft quickly became disassembled
and whisked away by a team of outsiders
fully decked out in orange hazmat suits
speaking in a language foreign to any local
brave enough to witness the near distant future





january two thousand twenty-two
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