Offspring

He is a part of you
A part of you
That I hold
That I hold on to

Unusually it’s a pleasure
Occasionally he’s mildly combative
Always more personable
Than I could ever be

That he is such a treasure
I, at my age
Can see it could well last
Beyond all of my forevers

& because he still loves you
(I assume so)
I might still touch your love
Better that than never


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TV Movie

Snowflakes, bamboo leaves; raked flames
Set to burn the big house down

The stakes are risen higher
With pyre of unfamiliar faces
Races on the intoxicated flyer
Shy times in the distant colony

Stop it, stop it; stop this nonsense
Did you not feel it in those moody eyes
Did you not see it in those smiling eyes
Did you not catch it in those guilty eyes

He takes her, she drives the liar
His twitch begets the stuttered paces
Laces of rum for your ever evil sire
Cries of madness, instant felony

Ashes; floats of paper debris; flaked
Unsound frames of reference decoupled

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In a book

Eight days ago
Butterflies in profusion
A warm calm
The end of an Indian summer

Today the gulls battle the wind
As maniacs in flight
Who knows their destination
Who understands there sense of reason

Yesterday fire and snow
Love, infatuation
& snippets
Of vagrant poets words

Before that there was long ago
Humans still told spoken stories
A cold struggle
As if the beginning of civilization



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Pull Off

Stainless steel table top
Spots of rain turn to mottled motifs
As one might find on oil slicks or lava lamps

Prickled points of container plants
Dead in their autumn shade
As one might find in Nash's paintings of lost hope

For the last time, for the last chase of words
Somewhere, on the way to somewhere else
A service station, for those in need of a service


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Café Days

The congestion
More congested

Would a breath
Of oxygen

Ease
The conveyor belt


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