where do you get your ideas
she once asked me
I didn’t know what to say
so I said nothing
once again she asked
where do you get your ideas
finally I answered
from you my dear
and everything that encircles you
november two thousand twenty-two
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tossed into the air
it suddenly vanished
like a flying saucer
you yell “pull”
and watch the next one sail
your hands at your side
you have no pistol to draw
no scope on a rifle to peer through
there is nothing to pick up
nothing to hold on to
inconstant thoughts dart
and ricochet and deceive
while old ideas tug and
momentarily tarry before
disappearing again
you yell “pull” even louder
and there it goes
your last concrete object
heading toward the lone tree
lime-shaped and standing in the
glass-littered field
its kelly green leaves
covering every single branch
collectively heaving in relief
september two thousand sixteen
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in your free time bright ideas
arise out of thin air
and fizzle into nothingness
more often than not
trial and error leads you
tossing your thoughts to the birds
and you wonder if they will feed on them
or regurgitate them like earthworms
but if you’re industrious enough
you can incubate them
study them
nurture them
transform them with
wood and glue and nails
on lazy weekend afternoons
you sit and listen to birds happily
singing to their little ones
and you realize it’s best
to deconstruct your inner thoughts
and rebuild them into something
better than before
july two thousand fourteen
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