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pacifying ancient waves


it’s getting late
midwinter
the cold more than snow
wearing on me
like the moon
weighs on the ocean

the gods tell me
life is long
but there’ll be no spring
so I accept
the premise
and shift my focus

southern sun sings
lullabies
shushing darkened clouds
transforming
extreme thoughts
into peaceful waves



january two thousand seventeen
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Little Bo Peep’s Awakening


She wore a cotton dress on a warm
and sunny day
slightly off-white and sleeveless
complementing and accentuating
her light brown skin

He wore his casual Sunday best
strolling along
white button-down oxford shirt
starkly contrasting pleated charcoal slacks
creased perfectly

Sitting on park bench imagining
her breathing slows
her inner thoughts pressing on
unaware of sights and sounds passing by
before her eyes

From out of the fold he reappears
like a lost lamb
wandering most aimlessly
a blot on the vastness of her dreamscape
off-black yet bright



november two thousand sixteen
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burning down the house


I saw two magpies
out in the field
the one where crickets
turn into monsters
and dream of feasting on
human history

I saw two magpies
out in the field
perched upon towers
man-made and alive
turning on the airwaves
and chatting freely

I saw two magpies
out in the field
pimped out for the show
in 3D glasses
marveling at the mirrors
reflecting the fire


july two thousand sixteen
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the first order of the second kind


abstract thoughts often lead
to concrete ideas
like barefoot ghost monks
chanting along crushed limestone

hundreds march in the woods
single file along
skyscraper-like trees
bending and moaning and hurt

pink skies become cloudy
marshmallow bruises
falling to the ground
covering all things living

ghost monks become crickets
beating back the dead
chanting toward a light
giving breath a second chance


july two thousand sixteen
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the next chapter


you never know when you’re going
to get that call
lifting you off the ground
and forcing you to your knees

you rehearsed it inside your head
so many times
but none of that matters
since you’ve become paralyzed

it all begins on sacred ground
you tell yourself
your world picking up speed
rising to the occasion

underneath the surface you see
mere memories
sealed inside spacious box
sand blasted and pulverized


june two thousand sixteen
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maybe someday maybe tomorrow


magnets inside bracelets
pressed against my skin
work their magic so I may
rise to the next occasion

ankles locked in shackles
keeping me grounded
green field of four-leaf clovers
shuffling to the dead man’s beat

sharpened sickle in one hand
club in the other
paving new ways for the man
hollering from the tower

locked inside precious dreams
all I do is count
day and night do not exist
prisoners of love move on


june two thousand sixteen
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dreaming between the lull and the storm


there is deception in those eyes
seemingly innocent
but exposed
to a lifetime of atrocities

captured by the camera’s lens
they are frozen in time
and streamed live
to a world hopelessly paralyzed

relocated time and again
she hides her eyes and dreams
of the day
living with angels in paradise


may two thousand sixteen
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deathly viral


a sickness hangs around
undisturbed
sublime like the slender moon
infrequently bright
but destined to burst

silent cells work below
the surface
tunneling effectively
like eager termites
building a kingdom

monitors intersect
the chatter
faint but riding the airwaves
like a vampire bat
preparing to strike

emerging past the shadows
bulging lights
expose the contagion
airborne and fatal
blighting whole cities


march two thousand sixteen
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riding new waves


you run like the wind
void of thought
breathless
chasing spirits into
the fading light

on the other side
there are souls
in limbo
hoping to follow your
every command

turning on the light
nerves scatter
in waves
circling past prior lives
sailing your way


october two thousand fifteen
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that lonesome road


repressed memories lay in shadows
begging to be found
along the side of the road
leading to a place called redemption

I was supposed to pick up the pieces
but I was busy
losing track of precious time
barreling down this lonesome highway

forgive me for my forgetfulness
those wildflowers found
in the middle of somewhere
were meant to bloom in your memory

this love I possess is eternal
quietly moves on
past tomorrow’s horizon
and beyond the roadway to the stars


october two thousand fifteen
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imagine


these neighborhoods
reside in underworld riddles
subjected to laws
systematically enforced
by remote controls

stepping on stones
children experience daring truths
along boundary lines
carving their world from another
looking from afar

latest weapons
brutally scratch hard surfaces
buckling the pavement
like tectonic plates exploding
and consuming homes

lord have mercy
mothers lament repeatedly
sprawled on city streets
grown children riddled with bullets
limp in barren arms

lifeless bodies
encircle living among dead
pleading up on high
beating breasts and shouting for world
to imagine peace



july two thousand fourteen
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earthbound and elemental


she keeps old zippo
and stick matches
stashed inside denim pockets
just in case something
ever needs starting

innocent dragons
breathe in knowledge
exhaling old world ideas
to winded children
dying for fresh air

oceans rock and roil
worshipped by clouds
parading as aliens
showering the coast
inexorably

deep within the soil
life awakens
stirred by foot driven shovels
uncovering rock
never before seen


january two thousand fourteen
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