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the inevitable revolution


I’m sure I must declutter my space
before unburdening my mind

there are four walls closing in
I quickly turn my arms and legs
into a human X
soon enough finding myself
stopping them in their tracks

tenements are collapsing
thanks to mother earth
[and other powers that be]
displacing and relocating
those without resources
the redistribution of wealth
virtually unchanged

and what was once my property
no longer belongs to me
call it imminent domain
or call it voluntary
the revolution continues




july two thousand nineteen
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cardboard boxes and packing tape


this space is too much
it’s outgrown me
and unless I start leasing some of it out
to collegians or critters or such
I’m afraid it may do me in

sometimes the spaciousness
overwhelms me
and I find myself needing to get away
so I slip on my walking boots
hightail it to the nearest nature trail

while I’m away I sort things through
reconciling every single detail
needing to be minimized
my mind slowly becoming sharper
the longer I stay away





april two thousand nineteen
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an exercise of the least possible


I’ve been keeping my thoughts
to the slightest of late
hoping to quiet my outer space
while improving the blood flow
giving my inner self a break
from all the distractions
coming at me from all directions

I keep waiting on the chance
for the sun to sing me a new song
one allowing my mind
to retreat into relative ease
keeping my intentions at bay
and my heart center
beating at a bare minimum





march two thousand nineteen
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the minimalist


everywhere in the house
there are bits and pieces
left here and there by nearly anyone

needle and thread and triple a battery
nickel and dime and gnarly tennis ball
none of which belong to me

trophies and knickknacks and
vinyl records in various sizes
displayed on shelves
have no meaning in my life

people come picking up things
dropping things off as they go
buying and lifting and regifting
never saying one word

though my calculations are unscientific
I’ve reason to believe my possessions
(which aren’t my possessions)
will be next to nothing
anytime soon





june two thousand seventeen
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minimalistic thoughts of yesteryear


one by one they left this place
a metaphorical mess
and I was left all alone
to my many devices
certain I could figure out a way
to clean things up

the morning light arrives
hours after I first stirred
shuffling my feet
to the rhythm of a fancy beat
repeating a little ditty
I recall singing in my dream

windows are everywhere
and in the dark I find each one
lifting the storms
and bringing in fresh air
whether it be cool or warm
or whispering silence

sitting at the kitchen counter
I am taken to places
I’ve not yet seen
a ripened orange in my hand
magically unpeeling itself
before my very own eyes


may two thousand sixteen
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