how old can you be before understanding
who you are? is there an hour if missed
makes it undefined? or does the inner self
turn back time and take you to a place
where you just started to breathe?
what event is truly more life-changing
than whatever happens today?
and what happens if someone today
stands in your way?
do you just mow them down?
may two thousand seven
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the drawing pencils
were in perfect shape
all sharpened just once
or twice and neatly
kept in their cardboard box
after midnight i found them
scattered on the drawing table
some worn down to the nub
others snapped in half
all terrorized by chance
july two thousand twelve
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this underground railroad
runs hundreds of miles
beneath streets
built upon streets
five or six deep
it spirals deeper
into the earth
like a long and winding
corkscrew
when the excavators
reached the end
of the track
they became trapped
into a civilization
that has no end
july two thousand twelve
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Your eyes are like oceans
So wide and so deep
They’ve been through the calm
And the storm
They’re ready for sleep
Oh baby sweet baby
Hush and hide your eyes
Seek all your treasures
Be surprised what you find
Your boat is floating
Your sails all tucked in
You’re near the shore
Near the port
Soon you’ll be dreamin’
Oh baby sweet baby
Hush and hide your eyes
Seek all your treasures
Be surprised what you find
Your eyes don’t pretend
Their blue’s nearly gone
They’ve endured enough
For one day
They’ll be docked until dawn
Oh baby sweet baby
Hush and hide your eyes
Seek all your treasures
Be surprised what you find
Your journey has ended
You’re tired and beat
You’re in my arms
In my heart
Your day is complete
Oh baby sweet baby
Hush and hide your eyes
Never be alone in this world
Please always be mine
nineteen ninety-one
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We’d buy smokes and tall boys
and fill up the ’69 Tempest
at the Mobile station uphill
from where the Mississippi
runs East and West
Once underneath I-74
we’d hang a right onto Riverside Drive
wind our way towards East Village
The late August sunrays
reflected a lifeline
off the murky wakes and white sails
latching its horizontal eyes
onto the Pontiac
lasering its rims as it speeds
towards Davenport’s ones
september two thousand ten
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you forgot to tell me
where you had gone
so I wandered into the night
dreaming I would find you
somewhere safe
the night never ended
neither did the dream
of finding you
beyond the treetops
as an infinite light
july two thousand twelve
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I merge onto route one
around midnight
a cup of coffee
shaking in my hand
another placed
in the holder
in the back seat
my darling exhales angrily
pleading with baby
and begging the lord
to give us more time
I race past the limit
chasing the new moon
and hugging the white line
laughing at the thought
I’m a daddy any minute
july two thousand twelve
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a ton of things need fixing
around here
but i choose to watch the cubs
probably lose another game
and hop on the internet
do some poking around
tweet a few hashtags
it’s not like the yard doesn’t
get mowed
or the toilet stays broke
it’s just that the list is endless
and sometimes it’s more fun
to wonder who’ll get it all done
once my jig is up
july two thousand twelve
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caught on thin ice
i suddenly became lost
like a runaway kite
my cheeks busting
eyes leery yet fearless
of the insane cracks
daring my bladed soles
to never stop flying
july two thousand twelve
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There’s something about this coffee,
I said, speaking to the cat,
knowing she knew exactly what I meant
because she too drinks the same water
from this dated kitchen.
There’s nothing right about this place,
it seems to have lost
the intimacy it once had.
Instead of doing anything about it
I’m just going to drink
this lousy cup of coffee
and wonder where the angels went.
july two thousand twelve
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When sails are set high
And the wind is just right
We can coast
Toward the shore
We can make it
Before light
The stars up above
Are like a guide
That we trust
When their light
Reaches out
We know we are loved
two thousand seven
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What goes on down here sometimes doesn’t make sense;
seems we’re all running around doing a bunch of nothing,
like buying Gold or picking up a 30 pack on the way home.
Just about everyone’s got an agenda these days;
some like to push theirs where they don’t belong,
others keep them propped to their ear when behind the wheel,
while the silent majority keep it to themselves
like it’s some big secret.
Everything is so plugged in that when the electricity fails
chains of events lead to even bigger headlines
such as “Man loses dog.”
Now that we number seven billion it’s high time
we call back Einstein, maybe even Darwin,
ask them to figure out how to get out of this mess
before something really serious happens.
july two thousand twelve
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i’m borrowing this rock
i keep in my pocket
uncovered years ago
when starting the garden
i washed it off
in the birdbath
dirtying the water
and giving it new life
for however long i can
july two thousand twelve
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I stayed under the radar so many years
battling wired demons in cyber alleyways
using keystroke shortcuts and ingenuity
to seek and destroy with a sword I call Sam.
Scaling the mountainous leaderboards
didn’t happen overnight but after a while
double agents offered me synthetic cocktails
and promises of money, women and fame.
When uncovering an unlocked window
to the castle of a fabled power broker
my newfound friends soon followed me
into the compromised vault of treasure.
Once inside my instincts sensed betrayal
and I transformed my key into Sam
the two of us eliminating the inferior threats
escaping with intentions of retiring this time.
july two thousand twelve
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Exactly one hour before the game
the young player leaves his mother
for the solitude of his bedroom
on a late Saturday morning.
Closing the door behind him
he walks past prior year trophies
of Louisville sluggers atop silver bases
spanning across the dresser.
His lucky number seven uniform
lies across the double bed
nearly spotless except for stains
detergents will never call out.
Transforming himself bit by bit
from stirrups and pants to jersey and cap
his mind centers on catch and throw
on aluminum bat ripping cowhide.
june two thousand twelve
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wishes will always live
in so many forms
health, happiness and wealth
something as grand
as world peace
or refreshing
as a family in harmony
strangely beautiful words
wish to find true colors
worthy of painting
a world beyond tomorrow
june two thousand twelve
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