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your day is showing itself behind
many obstinate hours covered in events
passing over metal eyes
and
as many nights not taken,
and opportunities missed
for you
to come out of the cold,
the stars still collect, prickling silver
in the center of me.

For a romantic something made possible by the correct mind and heart,
I would risk my life,
and do presently, while falling
over
and
over
and
over.

ex-pats

When she was rude, she had no memory.
No bound ties by blood or through fellowship,
stolen journal locked with her behind a heavy wooden door,
with only a fuzzy transmission of muffled manipulations going on.
She left her friends outside waiting, and wading through
used things, clothes, books, lanterns, and dust.
They started to leave one by one,
back to their parts of any town, usa,
in spite of the consequences of her wrath...

They won't forget the thrown eggs, the force of the fire hose,
or the snowballs with rocks in the center.

none

Buy and Buy at the country club...
Closed times and separate kin,
cannot keep a human angel under the glass.

An insulated life can purchase the best matching shirts in town,
but off the green, those suits will be solicited many times
for change.

White right got you down? Escape to dumpy plump,
childless, all-you-can-eat, floating barge of smooth
garbage.

posty post toast boast?

Less like a rejecting mentor, and less like
a gatekeeper in dreams that give sadness...
Now a peer experiencing old music over and
over, wrapped up madness, safely burrowed
in the young ones.
Equal to all humans on the surface,
Changing shape when glanced away from.
Will they take care before you go?
Will they bathe you with respect?
Perhaps you're the smartest in the room.

Gives me chills. I'm not in the club.
loner... his secret, magic word to get into ICU
was "less"

um... no.

few, and some remarkable... well some, anyway.

A hot, curvy, and treacherous road, all down-hill.
Look over the railing into a salty fall-out... easily scared,
I'd steal an airplane, rather than be stuck in
a place with no light at the end of the tunnel,
and no one on my side.
What more could you tell about an all-girl's club?
Looking though a window... friends not included.
Cover it up in a joking whisper,
I saw you coming a mile away, black to the wind,
high contrast and capricious
in spite of yourself.

old post, but post nonetheless.

I can draw a contour line around the world of men
but it is just an outline.
Words, rib pokes, stories, jokes, and lies
enigmatic until the end.
I would like to think of myself as
ambiguous and innately human
without the learned symptoms of gender,
but who am I fooling? You're just lazy.

Gladiatoria

Don't we look fabulous in our armor tonight!

scent as a companion

The wooden capsule drifts on the
horizon- relaxing in memories now.
Let go, and remember your brothers.
Though the chill sea airs comes the scent of
tropical sweat, warm and alive with playful exertion.
Volcanic rock lends it's dust to thin running sandals
carrying small adventures for their own sake.
There can be time for thoughts like
these in the passage between sleep and survival.
Hands and fingers rough from rope, sea water
and coconuts- warm now to the soft ceramic
surrounding this evening's coffee, and remember what it is like to
touch another's skin.

Panoramic view on the sea
In the direction of the diminishing brightness of burnt orange and pink,
Your red bellows curve to catch the air fresh with brine
to dry the wet wool socks clipped to the line,
and propel your wunderkrammer forward.
Cross-legged in your cabin, leather fingers softly clamping
a cigarette- smoke rising,
the last of the warm colors of today pass over the skin of your
eyelids, and the mystery of night's bright black stars pull at your heels.

quit or got fired

She almost called you to talk about the dead cat.
Your crazy memory seems to have dwindled significantly
but we know it would be a mistake, we know it would be disappointing.
All the cool blue afternoons could not take on anything other than
a sour pall or malaise, and the boredom killed
with such a dull slowness.