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MYSELF SO STRANGE

i told MYSELF why are you so little?
The inside of me grew angry.
“I know.” i said to that inner voice.
But we both know what you are.
That one who keeps some light out
of this traveling Soul. And so, it
knew.  Then, well, it was all tears.
Just a torrential downfall of tears
that raged inside ‘me.’  Like I understand
what ‘me’ is or what, ‘it’ is or how or
anything about self-actualization.
So I told MYSELF:  you really are not
that little.
You carry me.

:: 11.16.2021 ::


T H E R E T U R N E D

AND if the lost made their return
from soil to land and within
your life
would you — could you — accept
them back
From death to dust and an urn?

Surely first the shock and disbelief
maybe a hug if you dared — could you?
And all the adjustments you made —
evaporate!

The new lover, what say to them —
who replaced the gaping hole
within your heart?
A new baby but not from him —
what then?

the possibilities of a Return, some sweet
but mostly a hidden poison — you think
secretly.
But in the end (their end) sprang
a new possibility!

You live your life as best you can.
Especially when a lost is much to bear
and you pray — leave the lost
within the ground

…sweet love sleep sweetly unto the Light!

:: 01132016 ::


ANTARCTIC PLATEAU

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THE GREAT EXPRESSION

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MAD BOY’S ODE TO LOVE

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BANK ROBBERS

THERE’S a joke in the smoke from the burning tires
a philosophical popsicle melting on the sidewalk
(like, who knows) and frankie from the land
of yankees is a bit cranky but rita hayworth says
she wants to rob a bank to steal all the steel
magazines that hold the souls of the old
— fools who held up the silver screen long ago
Hollywood, Florida not SC, AL, or Maryland
Hollywood, Florida uh huh
and sophia has a 30 millimeter
lester holds a steering wheel
within his calloused hands
me and rita have blood in our
burning souls and this version
of this poem will not be here
long — already gone it’s already
gone like the last moment when
i said this is a story about a
story so true within a story
of truth in the middle a story
full of lies.

:: 12182015 ::


A SECRET THOUGHT

at times i think
if my skull
were opened
one would find
a beating heart
instead of brain
and within my
chest;  a cavity
to fill with hope!

:: 02-21-2015 ::