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reversing the future course of events


I’m done counting my blessings
you see there’s nothing left
I’ve bundled them into packages
& shipped them off to those
who need them more than me

I just gave my last interview
did my best not to say
I don’t give a shit anymore
was quick to bite my tongue
instead talked about the children

needing more than ever before
how without the blessings
they’re destined to become
something we’ve never seen
in all of human history




june 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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living in interesting times


there is a divide
between how we got here
and whether a history
stained from the beginning
matters or not

how do you fix something
that’s always been broken
even though at the time
people believed
in what they were doing

living in interesting times
has become so passé
I want to start living
somewhere in the future




march two thousand twenty-one
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push and pull


living in the present
yes I get that who doesn’t
taking in the sights and sounds
as if you’re seeing the world
around you each and every day
for the very first time

but alas what challenges
the present creates
especially when piecing
together past and future events
defining and redefining
perceptions and realities
not to mention those ever elusive
dream interpretations

so here you are sitting
at an outdoor cafe
alone or perhaps with a
real or imagined friend
living in the moment as they say
never pulling back or pushing forward
somehow knowing every single word
to every single song streaming
out into the open air





april two thousand nineteen
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prototypical


in the backyard
all secure by a privacy fence
two boys continue their work
on new and improved old ideas

they’ve done the math
and they’ve completed
the construction
all that’s left is to send
that damn rocket
out into outer space

striking a light
they set the fuse to burn
running away at full speed
their future blazing overhead





march two thousand nineteen
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rewriting the nuclear era


summer has never been so close
knocking hard
loud and clear like a thunderclap

if you didn’t hear that
you may as well be deaf
I murmured
but there was nobody around
to absorb my spoken words
except for nightbirds and spiders
and hackers inside my laptop

there are many weeds needing
pulling and much soil needing turning
I keep telling myself
but in the middle of the night
none of that is occurring
at least not in real time

come monday morning nobody
may remember exactly what transpired
whether it be a history rewritten
or saplings thriving free of gasoline





june two thousand seventeen
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of ferris wheels and roller coasters


it started with wheels made of rocks
rolling down grassy hills
chased by boys in sparse clothing
whooping and hollering for the damn
thing to stop

such imagination led to saddles for
elephants and chariots for horses
led to rickshaws powered by men
led to river boats exploring the
river euphrates

I remember walking beside caesar
back home via the appian way

I remember shadowing jesus
riding his pony into jerusalem

there are plenty of magic carpet
rides to steal upon
taking you back to that exact
place where you remember
witnessing everything for the
very first time


december two thousand fourteen
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running on empty


reborn into this world
no longer can I say
I don’t belong
can no longer keep quiet
my doubts about
making it out alive
once the fossil fuels are gone

putting down half-filled shots
of eighty proof rye
rocket scientists collude with
future historians
rewriting how everything
precisely went down
once the reserves ran dry


may two thousand fourteen
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alive like the butterfly


the moment you start looking back
and analyzing every misstep
chances are you are not where
you want to be
and all the hopeless wishing in the world
will leave you even more wretched

consider the beauty of the butterfly
and ask yourself if your life isn’t worth
just as much
and maybe then you will understand
moving forward is the only option
with or without a migration map



june two thousand thirteen
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little mermaid


i opened my eyes
to a world full of ice
beautifully blue
and frozen in time

ages ago i called
out your name
chipping the surface
to find you again

with a little magic
i bent the tides
hoping tomorrow
you’d resurface alive


january two thousand thirteen
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