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13 Oct 2014
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good riddance to october rain


I don’t remember autumn being this wet
she said

I blinked my eyes and looked outside
thinking to myself what an
absurd thing to say

it’s not that wet I said it’s just an illusion

it’s wet enough they canceled tonight’s
baseball game she said

real men play in the rain I said

you’re an idiot she said and walked away

I raised my glass and made a silent toast
to rid the world of absurdity
and rainy october nights




october two thousand fourteen
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26 Jun 2014
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january rain


she told me she liked a good cliché
liked how it felt against the
tip of her tongue

she was the kind of gal
who loved to french kiss for hours
or so she told no one

I remember her telling me on
new year’s eve
to be at the bus stop at noon
where she’d pick me up and
we’d go picnicking in the park

it rained throughout the night
and well into the morning
and though the buses don’t
run on sundays
there I sat in the dark
wondering where she was





june two thousand fourteen
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13 Mar 2014
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lost in space


you make me feel this big she said
eyes squinting
thumb and forefinger
an inch away from her nose

walking taller than usual
she exited the stage like someone
who knew exactly
where she was heading

as open minds followed
her every footstep
my mind traveled far inside
that imaginary space
she had just recited





march two thousand fourteen
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10 Feb 2014
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that gun in your hand


click click bang
reload your clip and
take aim of my heart

I don’t give a damn and
I don’t want to know
how you found the courage
to become someone you’re not

click click bang
bring me to my knees
and make me close my eyes
but just promise me one thing
promise me the world
won’t end tonight


february two thousand fourteen
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18 Nov 2013
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keeping it copacetic


you just don’t get it
do you
she says
unwrapping a stick of
frozen butter on the counter

no I don’t
I think to myself
but all I can say out loud is
‘what?’

and don’t give me that
what the fuck are you talking about
face
I don’t wanna see that

I don’t wanna see that either I say

see what she says

that
what the fuck are you talking about
face

very funny
she says
sterling silver knife in hand



november two thousand thirteen
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10 Nov 2013
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three day weekend


she left her stockings hanging
in the shower
leading me to believe
she would be back

but I knew she wouldn’t be back

there wasn’t much food
left in the house
but I didn’t feel much like
eating anyway

after a few days
I talked myself into believing
they were just a gift
so I tucked them away
somewhere she might find them

november two thousand thirteen
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25 Aug 2013
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making conversation


what’s your favorite song
I asked her
as we sat atop the bluff
overlooking the mississippi river
the white sails below looking like
a paint-by-number watercolor

she took a sip of her arnie palmer
and lowered her sunglasses
exposing sinister eyes
straight into mine
then pushed them back
and returned to her sunbathing

what was that look for
I asked her
picking up a rock and rubbing it
with my thumb and fingers

you know what my favorite song is
you silly man
she whispered above the happy birds
why don’t you go ahead
and sing it for me


august two thousand thirteen
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30 Mar 2013
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weather delay


it snowed all night
and in the morning I went to look
for my boots
so I could shovel the drive

what the hell is it doing
snowing in springtime
I complained to the woman
sitting on the couch with pencil
in hand

she shrugged her shoulders
and put her face
back in the sudoku

you know you’re supposed
to do those things in pen
just like the crossword puzzle
I said

she lifted her eyes
and stretched her arm straight at me
the pencil an extension
of her middle finger

you know she said
if you’re looking for your boots
I sold them on amazon
last month
now get the hell out of my house


march two thousand thirteen
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