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orchard

 

red and black tree

 

all frosting, no cake

 

parkour rescue

 

abominations

 

old friend

 

car bomb

 

shrubs and moon

 

maybe

 

witness

 

lighthouse falls into the sea

 

Winter smoke

Swirling dejavou: the smoke of salad youth,

from constalations and galaxies and hubris.

I haven’t smelled it in decades.

Crystaline light and conquering chance

I think I smell it again.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

goon parade

 

floating away

 

dairy work

 

the petty officer's boots have flown the coup

 

stretch

 

Big Bad Bitterman

 

I was a child spoiled rotten,

Now a man by ill gains gotten.

Down paths less trodden,

I traipse frowning and sodden.

 

Friends once cheerful and rowdy,

Now remote and cloudy.

“Gotta go” vowed he.

“Never mind” cried she.

 

A silent spring now lies ahead.

After bad dreams and soiled bed,

The future portends we’ll be fed,

Thin gruel and constant dread.

 

Remember mother gray with cheer?

By then she’d lost her inner ear,

And father gloried in the austere,

Dispensing judgements cavalier.

 

Devotion to the great vocation?

“Leave your mark!”, a consolation?

Soon the wonder of creation

is so much bloviation.

 

All around the wheels are spinning.

Youth’s clever bondage is grinning.

High five and drunken singing

songs of mating and love clinging.

 

I recall my thick brown hair

and eating sweet lard in my laire.

Swimming in the moonlight bare

Posing here, posing there.

 

Affirmations we had to shout

and ape the apes clowning about.

Now meek wisdom and tender doubt

are cold comfort for this lout.

 

Memories of joy, are there some?

let me think before I succumb

to inner pals that call me bum

“You’re too dumb, just stay glum”.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

black light

 

circle of friends

 

sitting with balloon

 

solitary rocket

 

jester

 

the grip

 

stair pattern

 

trunnion bridge

 

dam curtain

 

female type

 

television

 

convention trophy

 

four horses forming from the ethos

 

passage with menudo around the entrance

 

cackling crow and lightwell

 

widow

 

To look up

 

Transform theories old and clasping

with patience and stillness unyielding.

Wipe clean the mind’s cancer grasping,

dance instead of shielding.

 

Through reason’s maze obsidian

carry time with purpose unshamed

and note in passing thoughts quotidian,

that darken the world unclaimed.

 
 
 
 
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