anyone can write the monday blues
how the fog maybe lifts by noon
smartphones unable to upgrade
all on their own
the list grows longer whether it’s
monday or not
liberty or death is
(a matter of) life and breath
invisible wounds like words
perhaps self-inflicted or
suspiciously accidental
there is an artist who really
knows for sure
but they aren’t playing in any
kind of rhythm and blues band
oh no they ain’t singing
like a canary in a cage
dreaming of the sky
december two thousand sixteen
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alone I sit in the sunroom
wondering when in the world
I’ll see the light of day
or mow the yard
or ride my bike
or snap photograph
after photograph
in the once colorful garden
in the meantime
ruby-throated hummingbirds
feast on homemade nectar
the feeder hanging beneath the eave
the rain not stopping them
from coming and going
as they damn well please
august two thousand sixteen
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though he was broken
he was not defeated
refused to contemplate ending it
especially when knowing
one day things will be different
that very day when the sky will open
like never before
and the brightest of ideas
will explode like fireworks
from smokey clouds
that only milliseconds beforehand
were the darkest
he will have ever seen
june two thousand fifteen
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I had all this money stashed away
and I didn’t want anyone to know about it
It kept me up at night thinking about how
many different ways it could make me happy
but I really didn’t want to disturb it
so all it did was grow and grow and grow
I once thought it would solve any problem
thrown its way
but after withstanding
inflation and corrections and acute depression
all it ever really gave me was artificial respiration
january two thousand fifteen
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sadness used to show up
unannounced and we’d sit up
until sunrise drinking
whatever was left in the house
I kept telling myself the next time
he appeared out of nowhere
I wouldn’t let him in
but of course that didn’t happen
and he continued to pretend
to be my friend
I told him I was thinking about buying
a brand new puppy
a black one I said
so I could learn how to keep him at bay
and teach him to protect me from
monsters like him
july two thousand fourteen
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he shuffled the deck as quickly
as he talked
telling stories about kings and queens
and barbers in the castle
something about the three jacks
hanging out at the fire station
playing checkers with their pals
pick a card he said
proceeding to ramble on about the
price of milk and gasoline and
disposable razors
did you look at your card he asked
yeah I looked at my card I said
keeping the card face down I
slid it back into the deck
certain he didn’t see it
he shuffled the cards and shuffled
them again and continued to
shuffle the shit out of them
as he went on and on
babbling about how man never
really landed on the moon
how fairy tales used to scare him straight
and how the pope was really lucifer
having the time of his life
he splayed the deck across the table
and I could see my card but it was mostly
covered by the king of hearts
when I looked up he had stopped talking
and was just staring at me
expressionless
what’s wrong I asked him
nothing’s wrong with me he said
but I’d like to know how long
you’re planning on hiding your
misfortune behind the suicide king
july two thousand fourteen
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there is no going back
I think to myself
sitting alone and staring out the bay window
as if I was under house arrest
outside it is very white
and very cold
and I would do anything to see
someone walk by with their dog
but it is too cold for that
it is too cold for even the mailman
to swing by I suppose
I meander to the back window and look
outside for signs of life
I squint at all the undressed trees
sticking out of the blinding white ground
show me a juvenile cardinal I say to myself
but there are no juvenile cardinals
to be found
I go into the kitchen and sit at the counter
open a can of nuts I had stashed
away months ago
muttering to myself
there is no going back
february two thousand fourteen
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out of the blue melancholy
wrapped her arms around me
and held me close
whispering sad songs
and wiping away the tears
that formed from the
corners of my mind
she slowly swayed me
encouraging me to hush
painted pictures of the
moon and stars with her
deceiving voice
expressing how precious
and lonesome is the night
december two thousand thirteen
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there is this beauty
inside you
existing secretly
behind the artificiality
of your everyday routine
this beauty inside you
speaks to me
in my living dreams
allows me to understand
it’s smothered beneath
your colorful skin
the beauty that is yours
dies to be noticed
and so you continue
to scratch the surface
hoping to find her
october two thousand thirteen
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I felt like stepping out
but didn’t want to drink alone
so I texted Tommy to give me a call
but my phone lay silent
goddamn son-of-a-bitch
I powered up my new HDTV
but nothing was on
so I turned it off
and checked my phone again
nada – nothing – zip
I paged through my contacts
and speed dialed Randy
then Billy and then Reggie G
but nobody picked up
I walked into the kitchen
and opened the refrigerator
but I had forgotten to replace
the lamp and couldn’t see shit
but I reached in anyway
june two thousand thirteen
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there is no sense
in revisiting all the bad things
that may or may not have happened
instead
think of the things yet to come
like the seeds of dahlia
planted in your mind
create and smile and live
the way only you know how
and call forth into your mind
sunshine
where there is none
and beat back the darkness
with luminescent petals
may two thousand thirteen
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I lost my way along the way
and wound up in a tavern
I never knew existed
I ordered a dark beer
and sat alone
wondering how it was
I had found this place
there were so many things
I meant to get done that day
but nothing seemed to be working
so I wandered out of the city
looking at nothing in particular
and daydreaming
about all the things I had done
once finishing off the pint of beer
the bartender
poured me another without
either of us saying one word
may two thousand thirteen
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RT @Word_Massager: We don't do humanity
as well as we did back in the day
when compassion was in fashion'
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