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transplantation


what doesn’t ache
cannot be touched
at least not without
a surgical knife

on the third day
the sutures remain
the heart’s whereabouts
undisclosed





november two thousand twenty-two
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triangulation


still a middlegame
I start dancing with my king
performing a traditional triangulation
much to the chagrin of the opposing side

I lean across the board
you instinctively light my fire
leaning back I exercise my lungs
wondering when you’ll make the next move





november two thousand twenty-two
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ideas


where do you get your ideas
she once asked me

I didn’t know what to say
so I said nothing

once again she asked
where do you get your ideas

finally I answered
from you my dear
and everything that encircles you





november two thousand twenty-two
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Long Peace


It must have been a fairy tale
The way peace came to be
All the Satans of the world
Mysteriously dead within Seven days
All by natural causes
Whether innocuously from within
Or brutally otherwise





september two thousand twenty-two
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the poet with rainbow sleeves


my tattoo is a barcode
capable of unlocking
the mystery of my sudden death
—it won’t tell you a goddamn thing
as long as I’m still alive &
wearing rainbow sleeves





september two thousand twenty-two
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my empire of junk


at a loss for words
I shuffle through the junk drawer
looking for nothing
in particular
shaking my head
at all the things
I have no reason to keep
starting to wonder
when the time comes
who will take inventory of them





september two thousand twenty-two
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the spirit guide


you’ve lost yourself again
in the deepness of the woods
where the mind is incapable
of producing concrete thoughts
or having any kind of convictions
overtaken by an energy unseen
and guided by a spirit
that had anticipated your arrival





september two thousand twenty-two
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Emergency


Siren after siren after siren
Off in the distance
A constant wailing gradually fading
Sounding like a fire breathing dragon
Dying a slow death


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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moon dance


sometimes you step
backwards to see if it
can still be done
& then I say to you
there you go again
turning back time

how else are we
able to explain
the forces felt
the ones undefined
only occasionally
tugging at our sides





july two thousand twenty-two
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by land or by sea


what shall we do
after we have seen it all
said the turtle
to the oracle
—shall we sail
far below the ocean
never to be seen
on land again
or shall we continue
to suffer
as we are
pretending all is grand





july two thousand twenty-two
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early development


how far back can you go
it is possible to make it all the way
back inside the womb
spinning in slow motion
like a cosmonaut
conjuring all the possible ways
—to make it out
once finally let loose
into this godforsaken place





july two thousand twenty-two
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On Normandy Beach


Even on vacation the bombing
does not cease
heard thousands of miles away
from the glorious oceanfront
morning noon & night


july two thousand twenty-two
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check out my melody


I’ve been waiting for a song
to come my way
one everyone sings along with
offering rhyming references
like kryptonite or doctor killjoy
offering messages I’d like
to understand but cannot
allowing the mind
to escape the body
if only for a few melodic minutes
or an entire lifetime





july two thousand twenty-two
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sort of like vegas


they tried telling me
nobody knows what happens
after the lights go out
making me chuckle
beneath my breath
knowing full well the lights
(as long as they’re not man-made)
can’t possibly ever extinguish





july two thousand twenty-two
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