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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
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satan drinks overpriced coffee
so long as it's a
bottomless cup
and on some one else's dime
dodging check and tip
you can buy him
a cup
any sunday
he sits on the
end stool
thumbing the regional section,
obits, and Family Circus
doodling strange
algorithms on the
placemat
offering the
foot sore waitress
a mental fingering
bringing her to nothing
more than a cheap sweat
he's asked the sparse
few to shoot dice
back in the alley
'bones' as he said
which may have
scared prospective
gamblers off
and he waits
as I wait
always drinking my
coffee black
paying my own
way
3:40 PM
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Friday, November 16, 2007
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kismet
is a word that makes me laugh
when fools of a trite
( a word i do enjoy )
nature, drop it on loved ones,
and there meeting,
i wonder if these same
de Bergerac bed wetters
see the joy and kismet in
mother on daughter knife fights
or 10:30 pm college girl/guy rapes
i'm sure they believe in
"providence", as well
ego-tripping off as their
own god, and own way
of rebelling the
everyday hand job
of routine
or maybe just
trying to get laid
in an internet
chat room
5:52 PM
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Friday, August 03, 2007
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open letter to a small town college, for the Vivian O’s that are still fighting
we died
that so many times
we whistled
righteousness down
weighed in on the
branches of new found
machinary
left as souls, in souls
as your mind shuts down
but this is no existential meltdown,
an my apologies if you've already
wandered off
just hard fact or facts
no different than the
guarenty of your morning paper
showing itself late
98/365 days
we have a small sh*t town here
150 minutes away from 3 major
cities, a 150 that is
just enough to humble
if you took off unprepared
and this sh*t town has its own
plain charm/culture
clique'ing hot, NOW writers
poets, takers of pictures in drop
out color
with diatribes
against politics
for politics
both
but the trickle down
hasn't trickled down
far enough to do harm
mom, step-dad, mayor tom
took the great care to
cover over your soft spot
yet you're angry
but those cities,
yes, those cities
there it rains down.
some say they got the
worst of it,
they have gutters there, that
you have only heard tales of,
from the old days as grandmom
or mum
tucked you off to sleep
still feeling the warm imprint of her
lips, as you woke
true lines at the soup kitchens
( yes, more than one )
of people that literally haven't
eaten, and that ramen brick
you chastise as pop-culture
chic, is gourmet
coveted more than your i-pod
where brick buckles
over top of brick, forming
room enough to think,
and there, you can live,
earn your words
and not have them
written for you
4:56 PM
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Friday, May 25, 2007
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journey of a non-descript father
we played jacks
once.
you were up to my belt line
and had a skinned knee
that with your stance,
looked to protrude form
your chest.
almost starched
cowlick cupping the breeze.
that was it.
could i see you
in the rearview ?
sure.
and that you waved,
to no return of
brake lights.
3:38 PM
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Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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4th and short
suck it up you pussy,
yeah ya got a lil old
maybe, or the same crowd ain't around
with the 5am binge drinking
sure, ya fucked the
first half
in such a fashion that
even divine men
would envy
but this ain't no
NFL
time outs aren't as generous
we come pre-packaged with
one,
you might score a quick
kneel down, here and there
but the clock doesn't
stop for long
just that much closer
to being marked by
granite
so
pick your words well
6:22 PM
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Friday, April 06, 2007
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summer
there were some
days
of naked women
running up and down the
steps
of my house
not drunk on liquids
rather freedom
always long hair
dropped down
in a natural robe
fashion sense
the day they
covered up for good
hitting the bottle
for an honest escape
was when I
laid down my
arms
and slipped willingly
under the tide
2:25 PM
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Monday, March 12, 2007
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last words of a door to door salesman
it was just when the
weather broke
the handle on the
case, i've lugged around
all sorts of valleys and rest
stops
finally snapped off
for good
wasn't the mud puddle it
landed in
or the length of time
we'd shared the road
rather, that i noticed the
rivets
seperating
for a while now -
and was too lazy to stop
and mend
i may have gotten mud
on my shoes
but the walking
is easier
now
9:51 PM
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Tuesday, January 23, 2007
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state mandated education
get up
& ready for
school, big
boy
there's an apple
resting
near, your
books
rifle through
your lessons
assignments, drilled
into your head
new sneakers
that will grip
the green
linoleum when given chase
take daddy's watch,
to see the
seconds pass
like hours
scoring points
with the
tetherball rules
scarred on your cerebellum
hit up the candy
store, on your
way home
for pennies worth of chewing gum
and home again
to the busted
dinner plate
fighting
screams, becoming
lullabys
until the bully
finally rests
in the bed
down
the hall
5:36 PM
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Wednesday, December 27, 2006
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short and unfinished
Untitled
we are all
some where on
God's mailing list
perhaps the reasoning
behind so many
"beware of
Dog"
signs.
just to slow
delivery.
9:32 PM
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Tuesday, December 26, 2006
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a love story
Act 1
she, with
invisible
duct tape
ear to ear
deep nose breathing
inability to sigh
cotton wool nap
closeness to
no one
in particular
Act 2
save for
him
and his bag of coin,
tucked, just in case
they had to run
black wheeled
suitcase, pull-along
with a weeks
provisions
Act 3
she wanted
sweeney todd
once you run , you
run
a close shave would
save them the
new sneakers
Act 4
whetstone
drawn from soil
ages ago
sat untouched in
his kitchen drawer
bucket
filled of her bath water
sought the corner
Act 5
the tape, finally loosened
by the razor,
allowed time for a word,
none came
eyes fighting under her cold eyelids
saw the bag of coin
spill out onto
the floor
Act 6
the sneakers
stayed in line
on a shelf,
of a nameless disount
sneaker store
size 7, size 10 1/2
both thick soled
could have lasted miles.
1:42 PM
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