The Written Universal

I hatch my ideas
and, as writers, we all push them
the snow-capped Promethean treks we make
and without pause would make again
we failed on many strokes
but we wrote
 
through hope-dashed and tired
the pen parade continued
through unfinished work
 
the true written word,
indeed only some do know,
is universal

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The Black Hole Simmers (Contemplations Over Coffee)

1 : I Drive Them All Away

 

Irritated at
the moment for the sake of the
gawking observer
these two trade barbs in the
sewing circle garb
black from the shoes
(well-fed ones)
half remainder, a neon
parading joke
 
Something like a
conversation slithers out
from the same lips that still-sit
in church
mouthing out her psalms
this one takes the prize
 
Then there’s her
stern and solid Rushmore face
faded beyond the [...]

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Bouquet

Heart’s beating, recall
you trusted me with time and
I scooped up the air
 
I, your slave, was made
to founder for some footing
then took it to you
 
My lip trembles still
I glimpse through infinity
and stumble forward

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On the Discipline of a Child

The wind at 3:00, bitter-blown and
not so homely as before
tantrum burns and loosened eyes
no friends of mine though,
all said and done,
the wreck-paraded park is
calm today and timid
 
The sun becomes a slow and
nervous grin with
the sheepish half-guilt of an
accomplice
hid his head and gave way
gave space to gales and
cut-throat grenadiers
tossed off a stone pretending
flowers
at a truck passing [...]

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Two Steps off the Line (And Being Generous…)

Well don’t you look
suave
bandanna, fallen jeans
and all
hieous idea, hatched again
It’s assanine, is all
 
No cadet’s claims I’ve
ever made
I’m just floored at your
mind
fields fallow-laid, I guess it’s just
the season
 
If some thought ever crossed
your progeny
why was it that one?
Harlem appreciates
your aplomb and endless
taste
just prime your
runner’s legs

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Low Light & a Glass of Lime

What did you say the date was?
I’m feelin’ lost on a thorn
at some too-high price
I can’t swim, you ought
to save me
 
I’m sharper when I’m deaf
and noises scrape nails over chalk
the ceiling keeps up a drip and
gradual optic dimming
on my brow
I broke you
 
It’s the same old song at half the cost
I’m affluent today, it grows
in the [...]

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Word-Drunk Morning Glory Man

Drink it deep and
drink it down
you can keep you eyes
you can keep your crown
 
Deck the roof
dress the floor
we went first and
we wanted more
 
From right-here time to
the well in the floor
where’s ther good in
trying any more?
 
Come here, pal
blew the blank right off his card
it drew up smoke from the lights
it drew blood and had him starved
 
Up [...]

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Twice Young Today

Absolutely; the will of the
harrying child who hated
’til he was blue in the eyes
and, yes,
the pages did dissolve and were
thin
 
If only what? (the comets came)
and then what? (he died)
a slow story dragged it’s tail
because I, the child,
can do nor think no better
which book is this?
which page?
 
Hedonism is
a tray with silver spoon and
it’s just a child’s [...]

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