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waltzing in the twilight


she wished upon a star
so many years ago
sitting on the front porch step
I don’t even remember
if she knew I was there

she spotted them falling
one after the other
and was certain she caught
the first very one
and I wondered
what she had wished for

across the way
a street lamp flickered on
and I waltzed home in the twilight


may two thousand sixteen
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best wishes from a night forgotten


I hadn’t wished for anything in about a year
so I said something out of the blue
and next thing I knew somebody was listening
to my ramblings while I later enjoyed
previously unreleased work
by james taylor

(I found myself singing along
as if I knew every word by heart)

I wished I hadn’t said some things
when I was drunk on cheap vodka
and highly potent craft porter
but that’s the way the cookie crumbles
especially the ones making a big old mess
on my walter payton jersey
freshly stained with spilt milk


november two thousand fifteen
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charting the free verse sky


those stars we used to wish upon
the ones first appearing in the twilight
or the ones falling from the
sky while sitting on the front porch step
where have they gone
now when you need them the most

sometimes I think of a certain star
that shined so bright it had no choice
but to crash and burn in some
remote forest you’ve never heard

those are the kinds of stars I miss the most

this universe is nothing but a free verse
poem with a little sizzle and endless syllables
spherically rotating around your ever
expanding mind
your inner child
charting the course of events
of every single moving object



december two thousand thirteen
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without a wish


the river ran dry
the year of the drought
collapsing the water table
atop its own legs

the wishing well closed
from lack of moisture
turning back all the day dreamers
hoping for change



september two thousand twelve
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crop circle


papa made it clear
he wanted his bones
buried out in the field
using the same
crop circle pattern
the aliens created
back in the summer
of nineteen ninety-two




august two thousand twelve
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wish you were here


wishes will always live
in so many forms
health, happiness and wealth

something as grand
as world peace
or refreshing
as a family in harmony

strangely beautiful words
wish to find true colors
worthy of painting
a world beyond tomorrow



june two thousand twelve
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