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29 May 2013
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Thank You for Asking


There is nothing wrong
with my mind
nothing wrong with my body parts
or the way I go about my day
thinking about flowers
I’ve yet to come across

I can still put together a crossword puzzle
like a son of a bitch
but I choose not to
because there are so many more
important things yet to be done

Sometimes I’d rather sit here
and play online poker
while putting together words
I call poetry
and recite them back to myself
nodding and pretending
someone might like them
a half a world away

There is nothing wrong
with my mind
even though some days I wish there was
so I could just sit here
and daydream
and listen to my heart beat



may two thousand thirteen
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27 Jul 2012

Cries in the Dark


Now that the house is empty
I easily awaken from cries
in the dark, sneaking in
through the bedroom window
on a cool, autumn morning.

I roll out of bed at four a.m.
and rush to the window
like a child on Christmas Eve;
eyes focused on the house
across the street, a lone light
leaking through the drawn shade.

Once the child has grown quiet
from his mother’s magical touch,
I crawl back to bed, wondering
where my own children might be
and if they ever think of me
when hearing cries in the dark.


july two thousand twelve
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10 Jun 2012
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bicycle


i road my bike around the city
because i had nothing better
to do. i freed my mind and told
myself i could do this
even at my advanced age.
getting out of the valley was a bitch
but i shifted into the lowest gear
and pretended i was walking
down a flattened hill.
by the time i reached the river
i gave my bicycle to a little boy
and took a taxi home.



june two thousand twelve
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12 May 2012

Jacuzzi


She invites me
into the jacuzzi
honestly cautions
her tongue is sassy
and sensual
her maturity disguised
by callow eyes
that sparkle intimately
and stab mercilessly

She cries out
almost laughingly
for dry martinis
a twist and an olive
rockless and salty
the goblet raises
to toast my induction
into the hot bath
promising to erase the lines
etched on my face


nineteen ninety-six
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