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it’s no big thing


that card she flipped
has got to be good karma
no matter how you look at it

it’s that time of year
the garden stretches itself
inviting unwelcome guests
when nobody is watching

she brings in more forces
earthly or otherwise
amassing swords at the border
repeating a pluperfect past

somehow the inevitable meltdown
becomes nothing
but a nonevent
leaving you with a bogey in hand
and a joker to your right





september two thousand twenty-one
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rhetorically speaking


I’ve always believed in karma
and so have you
explain to me what’s keeping
us continuously separated
like two birds passing in opposite
directions in broad daylight


the sidewalk has plenty of chalk
simple designs
like hopscotch & rainbows
leading to more complex shapes
familiar faces laughing & crying
open arms reaching out

you say we need to return
back to where it all began
of course I answer
is it even possible
realizing the whole world
has become rhetorical




june two thousand twenty-one
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anti-intelligence quotient


I’m learning the difference
between zen & karma
leading me to the belief
there’s so much more to know

in order to understand
the nature of your karma
you need to be able
to master the art of zen

and in order to do any of that
you need to determine
[once & for all] to freely go
with nature’s energy flow




february two thousand twenty-one
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stepping up the karma


I’ve got until ten is all she said
heading for the living room
where spiders levitate
and idle flies die young

there was always this waiting
spinning world placed on pause
rendering the moon stationary
all the while turning the living room
into the center of all things

I would have preferred to remain
in the warmth of the sunroom
but the karma just didn’t allow it
and it was only a matter of time
before I became someone
not quite myself



september two thousand seventeen
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architecting a house of cards


I look at pictures of people
from all across the world
and I see the look in their eyes
and say to myself
they are just like me

and then I am reminded
of a good friend
I’ve not seen in ages
who once told me
how much he admired
the individuality of my mind

from there I imagine
collective thoughts make up
the universe as we know it
and without me pinging
this particular poem
the whole thing could implode


june two thousand thirteen
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