the rain is too much
preventing the last two doves from
locating the wayward ark
turkey vultures soaring undetected
circling high above singletary shepherds
determined and confident in their ability
to overcome the landscape
and account for every single lamb
entrusted to them by the good lord
march two thousand eighteen
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Groundhog lives in public library
or so I’ve been told from some
somewhat reliable source
He’s got a girlfriend or wife or whatever
a furry green-eyed special kind of lady
who loves to keep him company
It’s a most transparent kind of life
but at least it’s quiet in library
and I suppose there is much snoozing
How he lives a fairy tale kind of life
one where townsfolk and wayward travelers
pay heed to his annual prognostications
And everyone knows his name
so there’s no point in repeating it now
this sunny second day of February
february two thousand eighteen
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the headlines are loud and clear
wars at home and abroad
national championship game
bull market stock run
millionaire lotto winners
cars swept away in mudslides
russian babies born in miami
they mean nothing when
stitched together haphazardly
presented in pretty picture frames
designed to throw us off course
like some juvenile giraffe
on a mission to make new friends
unable to see the wood for the trees
january two thousand eighteen
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Hop skip and jump
all the way to bank & back
nickels in pockets
pennies in shoes
The ice is thin
but surprisingly strong
watching in amazement
elephants marching on
Many moons smile
only a few may frown
there is orange in the sky
nobody seems to forget
Listen here and listen now
silence and fireworks
commingling on purpose
resting up
for the unrest
january two thousand eighteen
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there is truth in numbers
and there is money too
the two go hand in hand
like youtube and click ads
so these cats we knew
decided to get off the grid
cash in their chips
bought one-way ticket to cape town
determined to find truth from
some mojo guru goddess
of course once there
they were told to draw a number
forced to blend in line with
other carbon dated records
all competing to uncover exact
combination to make it out alive
january two thousand eighteen
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they went honey hunting they did
christopher robin and pooh and piglet
and of course tigger too
they flew to the moon and back
their spacecraft refueling on the far side
rocking them back and forth in time
hurtling them toward the old blue jewel
more specifically the hundred acre wood
looking down from the heavens
you can see where they landed
a burst of light microwaving
and expanding through the trees
awakening all creatures
big and small and minuscule
awaiting for what must happen next
december two thousand seventeen
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I don’t mind the old songs
but I want something fresh
no matter what its age
I’m flipping through forty-fives
searching for diamond or two
cute couple behind me
whispering comments about
mad magazine covers
without question new beautiful
sorrowful songs reside around here
refreshing like sparkling wine
the kind that turns your thoughts
into nothingness by way of
quiet reverberations
fast forward back home
small brown paper bag sits atop
kitchen counter
community cats returning home
chatting amongst themselves
what must be inside
december two thousand seventeen
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there’s a werewolf
loose again in london
disguised as a dubliner
imbibing ales with
local ne’er-do-wells
strutting down abbey road
alongside chief inspector
chatting about the weather
and that bloody affair
going down last night
in big bold letters daily mail
warns of imposters
dressed quite smartly
wooing unsuspecting partners
who love to do the tango
december two thousand seventeen
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bone broth & diced chicken breast
chopped carrots & celery
garlic & black pepper
(not to mention)
a pint of winter ale or two
stovetop gives way to dining room
dark with registers closed
filtered light from streetside windows
accentuating cat’s repeated calls
pots & pans & single soup bowl
washed & stacked in strainer
strings & drums streaming midair
(not to mention)
feline sated temporarily
december two thousand seventeen
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you just don’t go out and become a cat
you have to wait for it
and wait and wait and wait
sometimes he never comes around
but if you wait long enough chances are
he’ll be knocking on your door
pleading for more treats
begging you to swap lives
other times nothing ever happens
and when you open the door
there is nothing but darkness
and undomesticated screams
eventually all the sounds subside
and you are lost in the zone
pretending to be in a deep sleep
two eyes blinking atop starlit dome
casually seducing your next precious life
november two thousand seventeen
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an ordinary autumn day
colorful trees swelling like a piñata
stretching to reach a bright
and amazingly beautiful blue sky
pretty pink pigs with angel wings
noisily floating overhead
october two thousand seventeen
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the boys were out back
barefoot and quiet as could be
lighted candlesticks in tow
so far they’ve had 23 chances
cashing in at near record rates
extending natural highs
though successful yet again
they keep their egos in check
stopping short of euphoria
august two thousand seventeen
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