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once becoming undocumented


after losing my wallet & passport
either to forgetfulness
or a pickpocket
I’ve suddenly become
undocumented

but I was born here I say
I just don’t remember
coming out of
my mother’s womb
—that this place is all I know
but now that I find myself
undocumented
I simply don’t know anymore

I don’t give them permission
to go through my phone
but they do it anyway
surprised to see I’ve
got three virtual credit cards
and money in the bank

you can’t stay here they say
turn around & put
your hands behind your back

what are you doing I say
this is where I belong
please don’t take me away

you’re undocumented
they go on to say
there’s nothing else we can do


april two thousand twenty-five
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out of the water


out of the water
near the persian gulf
refugees have no idea
where they are

survival skills
come out of nowhere
or perhaps
from the lessons
of the younger dryas

this desert
once under water
possesses knowledge
buried inside an ark


april two thousand twenty-five
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Exiled


They had no choice
but to take their medicine
and move on

Once the daisies opened
torrential rains swept in
—come morning
they were all wiped out

As children they played
hide-n-go-seek
and quite often
some were never found

One by one they fell
flying off the face of the earth
like amateur astronauts
oblivious as to what
they had signed up for


july two thousand twenty-four
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drawing lines in the sand


it’s a new year
and half the world
is starting over
their collective wholes
waiting to rise above the ashes
once lines old & new
have been redrawn




january two thousand twenty-four
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Liberation


I am not native
to the land I occupy
it was never my inheritance
yet here I am in the very flesh
a man living outside
his own home
having learned less from teachers
& more from those
who had less

My spirit (on the other hand)
resides in the land I occupy
embedded into the fabric of a present
that doesn’t exist in the physical world

Evolving into death
should be a lengthy process
yet far too many have freedoms
that become death traps
resulting in body after body
recycling in the incinerator
soul after soul dying for a new life
in a land far far away





december two thousand twenty-three
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earth movers


they swept the homeless
off the streets
a project city officials called
operation relocation

days later
a dozen bulldozers
rolled into the landfill
& within hours
questions started flying





november two thousand twenty-three
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in this post-apocalyptic world


I thought it was monday
but it was sunday again
as if six days went missing
blown away by nuclear winds

the world news at nine
didn’t tell me anything
I didn’t already know
living on a wing & a prayer
in this post-apocalyptic world

the great migration
has only just begun
how many sundays may pass
before I must move on





september two thousand twenty-two
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shopping list


how many of them are us
born without a homeland
left to find your own identity

displacement is not new
go ask any dinosaur
having survived the initial blast

news of a madman’s war
infiltrates the airwaves
something old is new again

the house down the street
caught fire overnight
will probably take a year to repair

I look out the bay window
counting my blessings
adding peanut butter to the list





february two thousand twenty-two
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