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No sleep till Brooklyn


Greyhound bus stopping
every chance she gets
seems like it took forever
to get the fuck out of Iowa

Left my lucky hat
in the booth at Denny’s
kicking myself in the ass
ever since

By the time we made it
to South Bend
a circle of us stretched our legs
outside the depot
passing around a couple blunts
pointing & laughing at the cop shop
right across the street

Later I came to find out
bounty hunters were onto me
but by that time
I had already confessed my sins
making further route changes

There were some problems
between Sandusky & Cleveland
thank god the driver was fully armed
having had to kick out this ne’er-do-well
for practicing taekwondo
and other obscenities
up and down the stained-glass aisle

Closing in on the Pennsylvania border
my head was spinning from
caffeine & nicotine & anything else imaginable
head propped up by unnatural means
nearly everyone on the bus chanting
“New York New York here we come”




may two thousand twenty
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the afflicted marionette


I am broken in many places
boxed up & sent back for repairs

what is this place
& why is it so regimented
it’s like I’m proceeding down
an assembling line
flat on my back
eyes darting feverishly
north & south and east & west

put me back in the box I say
if this is all there is I want no part of it
I would rather forever fall asleep
sailing across turquoise seas
& eating amongst the dead

this is a far cry from my former self
turned into an immovable target
once at the mercy of wires & crosses
(propping me up or setting me free)
now hanging in the balance
waiting to draw a card I’ll never see




may two thousand twenty
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tip-toeing through the tulips


trying something different
tuna on toast or blackened salmon
catfish from the mississippi

you wonder what else
is on the menu
perhaps something from the sky

the make-shift beach isn’t too far off
I imagine it’ll be jam-packed
due to the lock-down

it’s been a week or so since the last
loudspeaker messages
local birds looking a little less spooked

deviations are aplenty this day & age
it’s simply a matter of choosing
one over innumerable others

then there’s always a day-trip to illinois
visit a brewery & dispensary
back just in time for the setting sun




may two thousand twenty
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title fight at the grand garden arena


sixty seconds before round two
and the entire place is in a full assault frenzy
buzzing emphatically from the explosiveness
of the previous three minutes
in shock & awe at what they had witnessed
all but certain tonight is the night
somebody’s going to die




may two thousand twenty
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Sometimes it’s hard to tell


It’s Friday or nearly Friday
& already I’m planning
scheming my eventual escape
from this nondescript place

The hummingbirds have returned
& although I’ve tried
they won’t speak to me
leading me to broker communication
via the dominant wren
or the neighbor’s cat called Sue

Where were you when I needed
you the most I rhetorically
& repeatedly ask the mirror

This constant appearing
& disappearing act is for the birds
especially when unassociated
with the changing of the seasons

I look over my shoulder
& all I see is Thursday
blankly staring me in the face
maybe laughing or maybe crying




may two thousand twenty
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how you’ve changed


how do you explain
to someone you love
there is beauty in pain
especially when unable
to feel anything yourself
numb to the very idea
that the physical world
as you know it is dying

forgiving is the easy part
though never sure
about the forgetting
especially considering
those moments
that may or may not have
defined your influence
or imaginary existence




may two thousand twenty
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leap year


I’m hoping this is the worst case scenario
but I must present it as it is
or at least how I see it

for you see I’ve taken some liberties
in my own projections
my modeling not exactly scientific
but probably not too far from reality

I study your face as you take it all in
and I worry like I’ve never worried before
thinking to myself chances are slim to none
we can get back to where we were
just a few short months ago

the older I get the more I realize
I know less & less than the average man
and though I try to pretend otherwise
the only thing I know for certain
next year will be one day shorter




may two thousand twenty
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from one medium to the next


I’m in a time capsule
in some shape or form
having forgotten
the definition of patience
I unwittingly await
like a still life beneath
a whitewashed canvas

someone must know
where I’ve gone
be it buried
among the acacias
or stowed beneath
a floorboard on the corner
of oak & division streets

I used to walk alone
on land and on water
singing along
to my favorite songs
bouncing off radio towers
eventually terminating
somewhere in the clouds




may two thousand twenty
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reworkings


you’ve been there
how many times now
countless
countless times
starting way back when
when the birds
first learned to sing
and someone
somewhere
invented lemonade

it seems we’re
just starting
to rework the garden
shredding the soil
and germinating
new seeds
the ones we found
in the far corner
at the market
price tag missing

it’s incredibly easy
to get lost
no matter
where you are
no matter
if you’re falling off
the edge of the earth
or spinning madly
inside a top
with endless energy




may two thousand twenty
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turn by turn navigation


what should we do when the lights go out
do you remember that one time
[of course you do]
clouds coming & going as they please
each time a slightly different
version of its former self

we’ve made our way to this town before
where the five-way stop is unmarked
[and that one time]
we took the wrong turn & knew it
but we kept driving north
until the road was no more

lights burn out while others reappear
it’s like a reflexive movement
[we’ve talked about it]
designed to keep you experimenting
road trips without maps
& nights begging for light




may two thousand twenty
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folklore


we heard about the impending frost
and so we waited
paralyzed in our own tracks as they say
suddenly afraid to venture away from shelter
wondering what on earth needs watering

the impending doom is measured
by fluctuations in the free trade markets
gurus foolishly focused on their crystal balls
today all wine and roses
tomorrow’s clouds looking like flying monkeys

impending death & taxes matters not
we all know life goes on in one shape or form
& despite interruptions
the fog of uncertainty will one day be lifted
some of us fortunate enough to retell the tale




may two thousand twenty
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a cameo appearance


I’d been there before
in some form or fashion
not necessarily déjà vu
not some recurring dream
instead something else entirely
like watching a critically acclaimed film
I’ve seen over & again
for the very first time

that was me
I was looking at
it was always me
or so I’ve come to discover
a spot role in a sleeper masterpiece
an unlit marlboro hanging
from my left hand
or maybe a derringer

what happens next
will become problematic
always the storyline transgressing
into digressive tangents
thinly foreshadowing
the greatest of all falls
at the end all alone & listless
the credits quickly flying by




may two thousand twenty
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one million pound piñata


seventy-seven bush elephants
masquerading as one cumulus cloud
slowly trek across the desert sky
bulging like a waxing gibbous

hired archer standing atop zeppelin
back bending backwards
held in place by ropes & pulleys
aiming to deflate the entire herd




may two thousand twenty
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imagining what’s on the other side


I’ve been working on a new song
combining rock & disco with a little bit of soul

it’s something I picked up
back in the late seventies
when nobody was doing their own thing

it’s like mashing ‘sexual healing’
with ‘seven nation army’
four-on-the-floor bass drum beating madly

if you give it more air & time
it may become a karaoke favorite
celebrated throughout the civilized world

what’s grooved on the b-side however
will forever be a work in progress
always skipping from one place to the next




may two thousand twenty
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reading lips & lifelines


I dream & drink too much
sweet dreams from one day
to the next
always someone
taking hold of my shoulders
whispering in my ear
none of this is real

‘why do you always wake me’
repeating under my breath
on my back in the hospital bed
eyes blinking quickly
unfocused and darting up & down
brand new pair of adidas
[cool blue with white stripes]
perfectly placed in the far corner

for some reason
it’s just me & the madman
reporting from the mounted television
lips moving & muted
explaining how the rats of new york city
can run exponentially faster
wearing silk shorts & sneakers




may two thousand twenty
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painted desert for sale


I was short
& you gave me some leeway
we were halfway to chicago
when I said I couldn’t go on
I needed to stop whatever it
was we were doing
and try something else

so you pulled into the next oasis
and wished me good luck
my pockets stuffed with
electronic paper goods
& assorted memories

with nothing on the horizon
I sat in the common area
sipping on my free caffè latte
& studying all the faces
slowly beginning to realize
what I truly missed the most
was my painted desert




may two thousand twenty
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