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02 Oct 2023

inside galaxies near & far


theories & conspiracies abound
though nothing concrete
seems to evolve into truthfulness
the flavor of the day
unpalatable
to the ubiquitous bourgeois

some say it’s a good idea
to fend for themselves
instead of investing confidence
into any promises made
by politicians & corporations
who likely have only
their best interests in mind

in the meantime inequalities
expand exponentially
like equations found
inside many a math book
inside galaxies near & far





october two thousand twenty-three
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17 Nov 2017
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want ads and horoscopes


give me your palm she said
I want to read your lifeline

it hasn’t changed I said
it’s exactly the same as it was
12 new moons ago

I give her my left hand
and she is quick to remind me
there are tidal waves forming

there are always tidal waves
forming I try to explain
but I am abruptly shushed
softly asking to be trusted

I close my eyes and voluntarily
give her my other hand





november two thousand seventeen
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09 Jun 2017

listen for them


I’m still looking for unbridled trust
be it friend or foe or souped up chevrolet

it’s always been out there
or so I’ve been told
and you’ll know it when you find it
as they say

for far too many it remains elusive
much fainter than a distant shadow
further away from the mind than
sunrises of sunsets or death itself

there are many conversations taking place
but there are few too many words spoken

meanwhile
new words are being born by the minute





june two thousand seventeen
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14 Jan 2014
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untitled 2007


how do i decide
what to believe is real?
should i follow my thoughts
or just live out my dreams?
there once was a time
i worried about my heart
but as the years pass on
i know it’s my soul
i most trust.


september two thousand seven
audio january two thousand fourteen
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