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29 Dec 2022
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California kitchen


Sugar cubes
in round ceramic dish
—pinkish w/dark green leaves
domed lid on top
cherry red ball its handle

In the kitchen
the Hatter must be near
Triangular people drink tea—
    talk of Alice suggestively
passing the dish
from one
to the next

Outside the sunshine
enters the inside—
the chatter changing
of going Underground
—not to mention
all the Things
they’ll be taking with them
    here & beyond





december two thousand twenty-two
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01 Mar 2022

overnight in the underground


paranoia is a dangerous thing
unpredictable & delirious
like a deadly spider in a dream

there are no photographs to be kept
either having been burned
or lost to the forest
taproots turning them into new
memories for the dead

fear the dark knight
the rider of your subconscious
galloping full speed in the darkness
consumed by the fog of war
& willing to die by the sword





march two thousand twenty-two
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04 Feb 2017
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15 Rosedale Lane


Billy’s in the kitchen
washing radish leaves
singing cry baby cry

In the next room
twin girls take turns peering
out the window and
banging on the spinet

Upstairs two TVs repeat
black & white silents
the shower in the master bath
steaming the mirrored walls

Billy’s since moved on
going back underground
sporting a red miner’s hat
and carrying a flashlight



february two thousand seventeen
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05 Jan 2017
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look out for that root


it’s awful lonely in this box
but the beauty of it is
you can hear everything

the first thing I’m gonna do
when I break out
is move that hazelnut bush
away from the fence

roots seem to all ball up
and intermingle endlessly
when they got no place to go
but thanks to the spade
nothing ever stays
quite the same
from this season to the next



january two thousand seventeen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , , ,
19 Jul 2012

dig


this underground railroad
runs hundreds of miles
beneath streets
built upon streets
five or six deep

it spirals deeper
into the earth
like a long and winding
corkscrew

when the excavators
reached the end
of the track
they became trapped
into a civilization
that has no end



july two thousand twelve
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01 Jul 2012
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Underground Games


I stayed under the radar so many years
battling wired demons in cyber alleyways
using keystroke shortcuts and ingenuity
to seek and destroy with a sword I call Sam.

Scaling the mountainous leaderboards
didn’t happen overnight but after a while
double agents offered me synthetic cocktails
and promises of money, women and fame.

When uncovering an unlocked window
to the castle of a fabled power broker
my newfound friends soon followed me
into the compromised vault of treasure.

Once inside my instincts sensed betrayal
and I transformed my key into Sam
the two of us eliminating the inferior threats
escaping with intentions of retiring this time.



july two thousand twelve
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