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mapping a new course


it’s early but I’ve got all night
pretending there are words
to stitch tight and scars to retrace
for no other reason than to pass time

time is a killer and has always been
especially to those preoccupied
studying mirrors expecting to find
openings through impassable roads

so many roads we’ve traveled alone
but I swear this one will be different
far-reaching and beautifully winding
leading us forward without precaution




july two thousand eighteen
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as you watch the world expand


do not fall for the trap that is time
for she has never been a foe
but more like a partner in crime

she has erased so many records
that have haunted you along the way
covering up your misdeeds
and replacing them with lies

it’s easy to stop remembering
but impossible to forget
how the morning air flowed effortlessly
as you surrender to a brand new day

there’s a cancer seductively resting
deep inside your entrails
biding its time but perfectly at ease




july two thousand eighteen
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Kaleidoscope


I’ve secluded myself or
shall I say excluded myself (from others)
confined to a modest space
somewhere in Phoenicia
surrounded by stained glass distractions
which keep out the harsh daylight
only to reappear much later as
illuminated decorations of the night

There is no time for sleep and
cloudless nights make for lighter work
problem solving triangles
and troubleshooting new moons
piecing back together romances
from far away places where future
discoveries withstand the test of time


january two thousand fifteen
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brand new world


little paper moon inside
my watch pocket
keeping time like I never knew
changing from sliver
to full without being seen
brightening and fading
like a kiss from my little girl
wishing the world would
always stay brand new


august two thousand fourteen
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time and again


I keep those long-lived regrets
wrapped tight and away from the light
placed in the deep freeze
the furthermost corner of my mind

those days sitting on the cold tiled floor
gluing back together eggshells are no more
replaced by looking around and
seeking light emanating from
every single living thing

relaxed by warm shadows lengthening
from the fading summer’s sun
I imagine things have a way of working out
if we only allow impending events
to unfold as nature intended

from the seed to the stem to the beauty
blossoming from the light of day
we capture alive the fleeting moments
forever freezing them time and time again


march two thousand fourteen
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the time eraser


fleet of foot
and quite aloof
the time eraser
runs in the background
as quiet as a ghost

as mistakes
accumulate
the time eraser
springs into action
restoring sanity

troubles fade
thoughts unravel
the time eraser
intravenously
injecting new cocktails


august two thousand thirteen
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some kind of way out of here


in the archives
they let me spend my time
weaving tales of prison breaks
not even the watchtower
can contain

this life inside
the loneliest place on earth
would break the common man
but here I sit and sail away
stealthily

once a month
I wander the yard and chat
with all the pretty young ladies
who stopped writing me
years ago

in my mind
I lived out my days in paradise
where the flowering perennials
rooted before the breach
still flourish



june two thousand thirteen
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I do not wear a watch for I am not afraid


I am not afraid of the tick tick ticking
in the dark of the night
not afraid to challenge the allusion
that everything is linear

all of the crooked roads
lead to broken clocks
stacked high within a framework
not even a jeweler would dare touch

the wise old owl understands
why man is obsessed with counting
but refuses to reveal the truth
and so the journey goes round and round

I shall never retire my fight against
the concept of a single dimension
will never accept the gift of a watch
whose mechanisms will one day fail



may two thousand thirteen
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the best of times


atomic clocks don’t reside
in chicago
they need to be out there
in the big sky
where microwaves
have no place to hide

the intelligence of time
transitioned from
lord kelvin’s suggestions
whilst cool atoms
forever suspended
chime in milliseconds


march two thousand thirteen
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little mermaid


i opened my eyes
to a world full of ice
beautifully blue
and frozen in time

ages ago i called
out your name
chipping the surface
to find you again

with a little magic
i bent the tides
hoping tomorrow
you’d resurface alive


january two thousand thirteen
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