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Thursday, October 15, 2009

IN BLUE OCTOBER

In Blue October My shutters squeak aching to be reborn In this twilight between here and now Must I eat of my ancestors’ womb Just to be part of it? I huddle over myself in this cave standing before The fires of my origins Flames leap out speaking in unknown tongues Only to flicker and disappear I... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 12, 2009

THE FALL

Here I am again in my biblical proportions Descending with my sap into my roots And a bit of colorful fanfare Oh! Is this a finale to a splendid season? What would I know? I thought this was yesterday But something had to activate me To spin my cocoon And once again I wonder Where Time and my... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

THE PANHANDLER This talking commercial won’t stop Now it’s walking beside me Everywhere I go I’m the pigeon-holed beggar Asking for my life back After all, it’s mine Hey, I am what I am because Life attacked me, once But now I got to make myself feel guilty Because I can’t pass up A good good-bye Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Untitled

Oh me, oh my When is the world going to end Or should I close my eyes? Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Perfume makes me stingy who am I to be handing out dollar bills thru my pantaloons Well I'm glad it wasn't me and just my other impersonating me, again Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Just another story I hate to keep repeating myself, but I have to be someplace before I can start talking to myself, so, evidently I’m back in therapy, and it seems I still have some issues with myself. So what I need is a little quiet time to analyze myself--otherwise that bitch, Nurse Crotchet, is... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

FOR TODAY ONLY

I’m re-documenting a faith, today with little stars and tiny green arrows crossed within a hue of blue Perhaps nothing will be noticed if the tree does not creak, or the hand does not tremble Perhaps nothing will be noticed, at all if something does not happen Yes, I’m re-documenting my faith, today... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Sing, oh Poets, of all that is good And to hammer out in the smithy of our souls this declension of words, and to forge, once again, this measure of our possibility Of how to begin this journey, breathing Oblique within this thought of time This measure of eternity: how is it By dying we do not die?... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

MAMA NO SE YAMA IF SHE DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME

Since she was wondering where I came from I just told her, “I was brought by the Stork” So, she claps her hand in glee I’m happy too, because I need someplace to be So, everyone dances around the Maypole Trying to find me a name Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

If the Given is given Thru its silence Might we dare our possibilities To reflect that domain? Sign in to see full entry.

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