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the end is near


the road was long
an all day affair
we had no other way
than by foot
so we started before daybreak
not saying a word
keeping a good pace
and reading each other’s minds
[on occasion]
the previous night’s dreams
the passion of the fruit
the destination
well within reach
as we neared the setting sun




may two thousand twenty-one
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An unfamiliar scene


I attended Philip’s burial today in Maquoketa at the family plot
at the top of the hill in Sacred Heart Cemetery. It was a sunny
& warmish day but a cool wind atop the hill made my Mother
put on her shawl. I counted the number of people in attendance
using less than ten hands, most of whom I didn’t know from Adam
or would ever know. Before getting on with whatever life has in
store for me, I hugged two cousins & shook the hand of another.




april two thousand twenty-one
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spilled milk


sometimes I think we’re all
living within a dream
nothing earth shattering
yeah I get that
how someone inside you
shakes you at 6AM & says
“it’s time to dream again”
only problem is
nobody is actually there
[inside or out]
and you’re left singing
“don’t come crying to me”
all to yourself




april two thousand twenty-one
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step inside & see


laying down fiber
high speed generation
a thousand megabits per second
like hummingbird wings
a race between
the underground & the cloud
a pay-per-trip time machine
idling in the wings
won’t you step inside & see
how it all ends





april two thousand twenty-one
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you used to tell me


daydreaming away
rains recede entirely
eyes open to light
unsure what day it is
or what time

where did you go
& how long were you there
better yet why oh why
did you ever return

none of us belong here
you used to me tell
& what I’ve always believed




april two thousand twenty-one
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here I come again


march unleashed the lion
and suddenly everyone
started breathing again

it won’t be long though
before she’s dead & gone
naturally replaced by
wildflowers & pollinators




march two thousand twenty-one
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building an army of marionettes


and so they bought it all
hook sinker & line
by a man who wanted to be a god
somehow convincing the majority
there are greater days in store
as long as you are strong enough
able to instantly get over your
dead mother & dead grandmother
for the sake of the motherland
and yes but of course as long as
there is history yet to be made




march two thousand twenty-one
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getting down to the bottom of things


now that the air is all clear
we can start piecing together
exactly what went wrong
of course it will be difficult
to find any sort of remedy
but at least we can dig in
and start pointing fingers
at him & her
us & them
you & me
eventually coming to the
obvious conclusion
that what went down was
simply an unfortunate
yet inevitable happenstance
that there is nobody
really to blame
except maybe the almighty




february two thousand twenty-one
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for what reason should you


listen to me for once you say
but it’s of no use
the other side has already
gone another direction
and so be it you say
I always told you the sky
is not the limit
and now here you go
proving me right




february two thousand twenty-one
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the start of the ending


late night & new corner location
working on an old story with little light
this shadow in my periphery
moves from chair to chair
in the darkened dining room

scattered words stray near & far
I bring them back into the fold
rearrange them in the open field
pretending the start of the ending
will be different next time




february two thousand twenty-one
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knock off bill of rights in my back pocket


history in the making teaches us
there is limited accountability
to those perched in high places
while those down below
continue to be shown
their so-called inalienable rights
can easily be stripped away
by anyone wearing a badge
and/or carrying a weapon




february two thousand twenty-one
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row row row your boat


and so we sang the words
as children
seated in a circle & holding hands
[four jacks & a rubber ball
the most recent center of our attention]
each of us starting one after the other
repeating the chorus
time & again
smiling with the belief that life
is truly but a dream




february two thousand twenty-one
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mishaps & misdemeanors


we start again from scratch
undoing recently made mistakes
restarting by way of reboot
as if the starter gun
never went off
or the fat lady never did sing

it’s not the first time
we put the initial batch
down the garbage disposal
only to next time
turn out the tastiest edibles
this side of the mississippi




february two thousand twenty-one
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shadow boxing


another lackluster performance
in the back of your mind
having something to do with
virtual spectators
and a lack of spirit
dancing solo in the roped-off ring
concerns of regressing
back to the streets of brooklyn
by way of the mgm grand




january two thousand twenty-one
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a watercolor recollection


my paper is yellow & my ink blue
the end product softly translucent
representing an open mind
open to all considerations
& consequences
the instrument in my hand trembles
tracing back memories
hundreds of thousands of hours
bluebells blooming madly
back in nineteen eighty-four




january two thousand twenty-one
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a pause in the action


all is quiet on the frontlines
or so it seems one of the sides
has declared sunday as a holiday
giving the good guys & gals plenty of time
to rearrange the chairs on the deck

they’ll be a day when fencing
is nothing but a sword-flashing serenade
the enemy of the state
simply an award-winning film
premiering in seventeen seventy-six




january two thousand twenty-one
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