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wormhole


I’ve no feelings left
I am like an earthworm
effortlessly tunneling
toward a brilliant destination
purposely thoughtless
I am content in my present state
industriously moving forward
unknowingly linking together
two disparate points




july two thousand twenty
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circling back through time


I’ve always believed in be not afraid
that somehow a greater power would take
care of me through it all

opening my heart & my mind
I find myself in someone else’s shoes
& suddenly I’m having doubts
questioning how it could possibly be
that we’re living in the same world




july two thousand twenty
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as forgotten can be


living in the moment
ideally like the butterfly
there is no thought
only flight
impossible to comprehend
the past
whatever it was
whatever it may have been
it is gone
gone forever
free from the chains that once
held us in place
forgotten as forgotten can be




june two thousand twenty
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the tour guide


she gave me the proper motivation
to grasp what I would soon witness
as if seat-belted into a time machine
the dial turning counterclockwise
two & four & eight revolutions ago
landing in a sea of historical relevance

I nod my head & respond confidently
that I am good to go
good to go




june two thousand twenty
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one million pound piñata


seventy-seven bush elephants
masquerading as one cumulus cloud
slowly trek across the desert sky
bulging like a waxing gibbous

hired archer standing atop zeppelin
back bending backwards
held in place by ropes & pulleys
aiming to deflate the entire herd




may two thousand twenty
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with black flowers in tow


painting you from memory
how many times now
eyes closed and slightly smiling
pencil-thin eyebrows hiding behind
rose-colored glasses
a shade similar to your swollen
cheeks after sailing from mid-afternoon
until sundown
one hand combing through your locks
the other pinned behind your back




april two thousand twenty
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after a fortnight in isolation


pooh bear and roo sit on the front porch
rocking in their chairs six feet apart
a wicker table between them
enjoying iced tea & honey & small talk

people passing by gawk & smile & point
delighted to see they’re back in business




march two thousand twenty
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whispering


I felt hungry and weak
having fallen asleep
for forty-five moons
never once was I asked
my name
long after awakening

this place is not like
the last
and I imagine so
for good reason
the world as I know it
changing before my eyes




february two thousand twenty
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days after the riot


I am not who you think I am
freely walking these city streets
eyes looking forward
unafraid to be noticed as some
outsider instigator
as one who should have been arrested
with all the other hooligans
from the other night

I tell you I don’t know any of them
and despite
your inherent prejudice
I remain remarkably comfortable
in my own skin




february two thousand twenty
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the new normal


it’s impossible to tell
that which ails me
you see I’ve been like this
for so long
I’m finally believing
there’s nothing wrong with me

there’s not a chance
this stays between you and me
and even if does
it doesn’t change a thing
we’ll always wonder
what it’s like to be normal




february two thousand twenty
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how many worlds


hands behind my back
how many fingers
how many coins
can you guess
and guess again
read my mind
what am I thinking
a number
a word
or just pie in the sky
an alternative universe
stuffed inside my fist
quietly radiating
waiting for you to open




february two thousand twenty
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how many folds


one dollar bill
playing origami
be it bow tie
or butterfly
gold ring or puppy dog
wise old owl
or smart bracelet
collecting data and
placing bets
turning ones into twos
and twos into tens
and so on and so forth




february two thousand twenty
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see me fall


never in a million years
was I supposed to survive the fall
plummeting from twenty thousand feet
arms like wings and widespread
gradually gaining control
slowly descending in sweeping circles
miraculously transforming
right before your very eyes




january two thousand twenty
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by land or air or sea


it’s never too late to change things up
perfectly fine to stop in your tracks
saying it’s high time to go another way

direction means less than motion itself
be it inward or westward or skyward
whether carving a new path
or repaving a once-abandoned one

when asked the spiritless question
where you see yourself over time
favor companionship over destination




january two thousand twenty
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picture perfect saturday


children stretched across the library lawn
books selected from wooden crates
spotted randomly throughout the area
beach blankets spread out here and there
little ones sitting and reading to themselves
or out loud in small groups
the mid-morning sun shining brightly
across the green expanse
saturday morning visitors walking
in and out of the main doors
not a soul saying a word



january two thousand twenty
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stress test


listen to your heart
quickly picking up the pace
beating in five and seven sixteenths
for no good reason
if only to let you know she’s still around
able to get your attention with a simple
snapping of the fingers
eventually quietly settling back down
minute by minute
and retreating
to a healthy resting rhythm




december two thousand nineteen
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