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When I tried to make my dad proud by playing football in the 5th grade

“Hey, take a look at this,” the fat bearded Irish American said to the fat bearded Italian American, holding Dunkin’ Donuts coffees over our helmets.

“You see the way they fight?”

“Little fuckin’ animals. Look at ’em fuckin’ go.

 

And thus, I fuckin’ went.

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10:30 am

I know he’s dead

But you deserve a lover

isn’t it lonely when you wipe the counter and the sunlight

dances with the dust motes


Once

made it this far

everything worked out once

so what makes you think

it falls apart now

tougher than this

faced more before

never tripped yet

don’t lose balance now


We are more than we are.

Where the tunnels are a midnight park
and the gray trains scream like haunted witches
Hunker down in a bittersweet one-eyed dragon bliss
And drool dead-eyed along tracks of electrified veins
Crawl into holes un-holed
Take a nice spin around that cold metal pole
Feel your soul un-souled and sold
Where Gil scot heron once silently screamed alone
But god damn, did that man have a soul!
Did his voice not echo truths along peoples roads?
Did his poetry not shout the truth to people without a comfortable home?
Do his words not exceed his physical state in the undying ebb and flow of an ocean of pure soul?

 


Anger in 2017

Clenched fists/raised fingers

gravitationally b-line

his digital hair


Night Train Haiku

Full moon demon scratched

Explosive screams above trees

I buy a cliff bar


Not Me

Play with life

Like Blondie under the Spanish spaghetti sun

Stare calmly, cool lidded

Like velvety Rick in the sandpaper dark

Fedoraed in a Moroccan park

Or hunker like Bonnie next to Clyde’s car

Lipsticked and dressed slick in Texas

60’s hipped  and Hollywood riched

through silent moves and gestures

infinite hectares of pain undone


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