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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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vulnerable


when will they figure out
nobody really lives here
that the present
is just an amalgamation of coming events
reshaped by an ever-changing past
where pyramids were built
by left-leaning mexicans
and futuristic border walls
by alt-right aliens




january two thousand twenty-one
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january sixth


I started thinking
about why I was so angry
the other day
of course why wouldn’t I
on this very day
but now that the latest fire
has been stomped upon
[yet continues to fester]
I’ve elected
to start thinking
about the power of love
instead


january two thousand twenty-one
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short summer nights


three hummingbird feeders
hang from the rafters
inside the old gazebo
located in the back far corner
of the property
one hundred some steps
from the sliding glass door
refilled every daybreak
by the old man
the homemade nectar
prepared the night before
by the missus in the kitchen





december two thousand twenty
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mind over body spirit


there’s a ghost in every machine
and the smarter the machine becomes
the more dangerous the ghost

december two thousand twenty
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ready. set. go.


it’s a quarter past seven
anything is game now
lights flipping on & off
candles waiting in the wings

juices beginning to flow
it’s a quarter past seven
anything is game now
soft music playing louder

waning luna lost in space
energy levels rise & fall
it’s a quarter past seven
anything is game now




december two thousand twenty
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Early dinner rush


On the southside of Gianna’s Italian Beef
there grows a young Hackberry
a story & a half tall
barenaked this early December
fifty or eighty Black-Capped Chickadees
voluntarily filling in
all her empty spaces
fervently chattering at four forty-five pm




december two thousand twenty
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motionless & wrapped in a shawl


not sure if we’re picking up the pieces
or simply putting them
back together
like some subliminal jigsaw puzzle
showcasing rose petals on a hardwood floor
a shadowy figure in the corner rocker
bent but not broken
a filtered sun unable to expose
any kind of emotion
let alone a mind suspended in time




november two thousand twenty
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