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Inside Little Ararat


Lightning’s been striking
at an extraordinarily high pace
randomly taking out cell towers
and paralyzing parts of the grid

It seems as though everything
has become radicalized
be it politics or religion
extreme weather or world wars

Meanwhile there’s a profiteer
building a state-of-the-ark starship
locals & tourists calling him out
saying he’ll never pull it off




april two thousand twenty-one
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enlisting lost souls & free spirits


what are you doing
trying to save the world
with mere words

we seem to have broken
the language barrier
which only proves that man
has a listening problem

and then of course
there is history itself
repeating like any metaphor
you wish to use

the world needs saving
but all we seem to do
is point & pull the trigger

there is no question
that cities will burn
the question becoming
how high the count
until the next tipping point




april two thousand twenty-one
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from one end to the other


all the colors on one spectrum
it’s destined to happen
just you wait & see


all the colors
she would tell me

and I would be waiting
waiting & wanting more

but that’s all she had to say
all the colors

finally I acquiesced & repeated
all the colors
and then only then
did I begin to understand




april two thousand twenty-one
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for whatever reason lessons are not being learned


the temperature was going down fast
but nobody seemed to notice
instead all eyes were focused
on the smoking gun

it doesn’t take long for word to spread
it’s the world we live in

I cringed when I got word
what happened in broad daylight

the world has got to get better
it just has to
I keep telling myself
but then this happens
and then that
and suddenly I find myself
more fearful than before




april two thousand twenty-one
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one thing leads to another


let me see
let me gather my thoughts
like I gather flowers in the garden
one precise cut at a time


there is something on my mind
it lingers like a ghost
on the shady side of the garden
I sit & wait for it to edge closer

some days are easier
than others
that is widely known
and those that are not
drop hints & clues along the way
a subtle progression
that keeps me wanting more




april two thousand twenty-one
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you used to tell me


daydreaming away
rains recede entirely
eyes open to light
unsure what day it is
or what time

where did you go
& how long were you there
better yet why oh why
did you ever return

none of us belong here
you used to me tell
& what I’ve always believed




april two thousand twenty-one
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sentenced to another life


he had no soul
at least that is what he declared
to anyone who would listen

years ago the courts
took away his civil rights
having buried five of his bullets
six feet below the surface

anniversaries prove to be difficult
in the mass murder era
but birthdays are forever celebrated

judge & jury agreed with his own
self-assessment
making a permanent recording
of a life that was soon to end




april two thousand twenty-one
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a thousand dreams


it’s not the first time you’ve chased the wind
having gone from one idea to the next
but then suddenly there is none
all you can hear are sirens


eventually winds die down
giving you plenty of time to pause
letting loose over a thousand dreams
turning sirens into your mother’s screams





april two thousand twenty-one
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hunger strike


if they get away with murder
the city will ultimately burn down

the hunger striker lives in a bubble
broadcasted from the city center for all to see
like an eagle cam recording the brood

legal betting stands to make billions
regardless the duration
or the eventual outcome
of the extended televised reality




april two thousand twenty-one
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for as long as I wanted to stay


I’ve jotted down a few words
looking to see if any of them
might make sense

where exactly do you find them
casual conversations
youtube videos
in-store purchasing
fm car radio

I keep saying I’m losing my mind
but nobody is listening
I’ve got so many words left
needing to be analyzed

I’d like to step into the future
just to see if it’s really there

and if I told you I don’t want to return
would you believe me

of course I must come back
but I’ve managed to smuggle
a few unknown words
along with some seeds
I was promised would keep me alive
for as long as I wanted to stay




april two thousand twenty-one
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little by little


as it turns out we came here to suffer
or rather seek tranquility & forgiveness
learning each day to stay alive step by step

bit by bit pieces of ourselves leave us
physical or mental it matters not
you give them names as they drift away

how many times have I lost my way
only for you to rattle me back to life
back to that once vaguely familiar place




april two thousand twenty-one
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man is but a shadow


it’s 7:17 pm
and if I wanted to
I could find my own shadow

as for now
I’m content staying homebound
where I sit & wonder
where my shadow could be

in a perfect world
your shadow never leaves your side
omnipresent like god herself
who will one day
add yours to her collection




april two thousand twenty-one
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afternoon tea with bobbi & me


let’s see
what haven’t we talked
about recently
that might make you
reposition yourself
on the settee

I carry out a tray
two cups & a pot of
earl grey tea
warm banana bread
& two thin slices of
lemon on the side

we talk about how
your dead mother
comes in & out of your life
promising [one of these days]
to leave behind
a dozen monster cookies

she knows how much
I love them
she goes on to say
sipping on her tea
& repositioning herself
on the settee




april two thousand twenty-one
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late night drug run


how many times have you done
yourself in. two, three, five, eight.
if it’s the latter man oh man
be careful where you step.
are you still driving a car.
you might want to rethink that.
in fact you might want to start rethinking
a whole host of things, such as
what’s for supper and when is bedtime.
do you remember where you put your teeth,
your eyes, your ivory handled pistol.
and what about renewing your licenses:
fishing, driving, hand gun, voting.
how exactly are you
planning on doing all of that
in your forever current state of mind.




april two thousand twenty-one
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alien volunteer


I was collecting rocks
outside the outer perimeter
humming along ‘californication’
and randomly selecting
which ones go in the satchel
and which ones get booted


I was on a solitary mission
assigned by a power
I imagined existed
and when I returned to base
with only the best samples
I was rewarded handsomely




april two thousand twenty-one
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counterbalancing the tipping point


the best of intentions
isn’t that what we say
when things go astray
when all we can do
is regret & retract
or perhaps request a do over

are you in fear of your life
for what you might say
the interpretation of your words
landing on the wrong side
of the tracks

far too many little matters
have suddenly become
major life & death cases
intolerance running rampant
in far too many places
preservations & sanctuaries
fighting to maintain the balance




march two thousand twenty-one
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