poetry

from the porch, everyone is a fucking Napoleon

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standard lines drawn and forgotten

can i cross?

the plane of existence we stand at fringes waiting for our turn to jump in and be swallowed by forgotten drama of social constructs that challenge our perceptions as gulf stream waters shift with cooler winds blowing their divine energies bringing gifts of sudden wonder and delights as i crash into your side walks hoping for another chance to drink the pooling waters of ghosts whom haunt our parties of goodwill

please remember me

the one who shot back a glance walking hallways of chance

now she dances before me

a slide to the left, bopping with a smile through tangled hair refreshing my memory that we are always becoming

when the lines cease to form boundaries and shapes

we’ll be healed from this spiraling fate

a whirlpool of forgotten scenarios

we’re drowning

finding new life

come with me

i promise

it won’t hurt

from bed, tied up and twisted

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i hope you’re well

starts most greetings i type

words that i spell

fastened to the intention that i wish i didn’t have to wish anymore

that you weren’t splayed out on gummy bathroom tile floors

wishing for the door to stay locked as you drift away

a wish your forefingers bought, caught, and forgot with bulging eyes between ill-willed hand shakes dancing with short black skirts

eyes alert

surprises divert my attention to your smiling arms

wrapped tightly

i watch from afar

you swing away

finding stones to kick down alleys where you’ll lay

i write you notes

quick sidestep quotes

from our shared sunday morning’s sipping tea with clarity when your stumbling words brought hilarity

and i didn’t have to wish

you were there

you

were

there

from the porch, first crack at a stream-song

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it wasn’t long ago

i threw rocks in the corner

thought we’d never lose her

and then she left

i can’t whisper anymore

my thoughts a full-throated roar

silent no more

what for?

now i bounce around

drowning in the sound

of what’s lost when more is found

it’s you we miss

can we make this right?

winter walks in glowing night

searching for the might

to keep moving

i fight

we stand

a master without a plan

she walks

on gilded dreams

alone in everything

we left

she saw

what’s mine

it’s clear

you’re gone

sing

sing with me

of a sea baring nothing left to hide

stand

stand and fight

against every misguided gun shot shredding everything in sight

i can’t look away

come back

we can’t delay

come back

it’s now you say

come back

come back

come back

from bed, dedicated dining rooms are boring

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when do we get privacy?

communications where we have control

really, it’s inviting isolation rather than gaining clandestine adventures

a complete lack of being alone with our thoughts, writing and contemplating without the fear of judgement cast by those we keep away from when dungeon doors are closing

i gather my understandings and undress foretold scenes

dancing in rhythmic movements

waiting for a turn to share our self-reflection with the moon

she’s full of regrets

lighting the sky with our lost bets

seclusion

locked in chat room vaults, a text message waltz, typed to friends with whom we keep jokes on the inside

laughing at those who free-ride reside in rooms where we cried

alcoves of infinite sequences

zeroes and ones

echoes

i want you to navigate this alone

are you ready?

to synthesize information

understand false relation

virgin exposure without our steady-head-nod composure to ‘okay’ your decisions

i trust you

ready?

from bed, battle drums

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stranded somewhere between east and west lines that divide a world only spinning for our comfort

every night she positions herself in a bed designed for two where the fate of another shrew is tamed and told where to whistle contrary tunes that pound through puckered lips parading past arm powered ships setting sail to island fantasies waiting in polluted oceans for us to conquer, or douse in gasoline and set fire

leaving constant reminders of human desires to contemplate death while passing through moon phases predicting the flow of life-stopping blood

bustling between scars left by the constant consideration that somewhere, something, somehow is better than the ticking clock we throw back and forth now bowing to unrequited lovers leaving for another zone to practice their polite panting exercises

let’s stop with the please and thank you’s

and understand

head nods and need are enough

stranded implies i can’t leave

there’s a way out

you

from bed, i did it. now go.

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try telling me it’s not time to go

i nervously got up and shook hands

quickly glancing into eyes

fist raised

pump

i left

synapses firing

fast flying fury flinging manufactured memories of cities we left lingering as ghosts gathered by alleyway dumpsters waiting for us to walk by

to jump in our path

forcing an about face

we left that place

i kept coming back

never cutting the slack that left me grounded to imagined situations

i can’t shake them out

cancer doubt

remission never came

you wanted me to leave

from bed, cat scratch severe

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he kept jumping

scratch scratch thwump

scratch scratch thwump

tenacious scratches unnerve my senses causing me to do the one thing i don’t want to

stand up

walk over

and open the door to allow traveling voices to fall down hallways making their way to ears unable to decipher sarcasm and forceful conversations

he scampered to chemical receptacles and liquid filled storage bowls, lapping and looking, ears adjusting to wind pounding echoes on windows suffering a winter storm

we don’t hide

he does

you aren’t sheltered

humans have emotions

we share this

it’s what tethers the strings of differences used to construct facades aiding in the grand effort of divide and conquer

we’ve been taken over

which means

we can take it back

clutch the vestiges of memories drifting gallantly towards another realm where we’ll welcome back the comfort of knowing you’ll see the needs i have to continue raising hands clenched and clasped, breath gasped, and flesh passed

he came back in

curled up on a brown folded blanket

and closed his eyes

i closed the door

and turned the lock

from bed, our kids are amazing

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gum wrapper halls and discipline-poster walls were walked out of today

left to absorb silence

while voices against violence raised and moved through our city’s, county’s, state’s, country’s vibrating lit fuse walkways, ready to go-off with their genuine refuse to let their school mates fall around them

signs pulsated on the horizon while chants shook somber souls staking their claim that they figured out this rotating shell game of policy, politics, and the plague of platitude payoffs pushing an agenda leaving them to take to streets, ending in a square where their puzzle-piece youth-fucked facades came together to form a whole

inspired

classrooms filled with one piece desks

uncomfortable at best

couldn’t contain our kids

when enough is enough

they taught today’s lesson

target hit

i took notes as they cast a breath of inspiration into a nation drowned in denial

listen

Video from Student March, Colorado, USA 2/27/18

from a bed, daydreaming about tomorrow

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it never ends

this struggle to ensure our humanity

validate our humanity

claim and reclaim

action without blame

our humanity

what does it mean?

we’ve spiraled in and out

towering long distance bombers

keeping a safe distance

they’ll clean up after us

up here, our ears can’t hear the shouts

though we grimace with doubt when the killers eyes rest in their sights

on us

close range

leaving us more determined as we walk the path, marching spurred by aftermath

when will we stand

fist high

before bullets blast windows where teenager’s eyes search through daydream-cries wondering what tomorrow will bring

the songs they’ll sing

to wake us up

they’ve been watching

taking notes

i’ll be there with them

witnessing results

of our failures

humanity

in all it’s calamity sleeps soundly in trust, love, and a continual fight to be sure we don’t forget

we are humanity

from my porch, coyotes howl

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i’ll walk next to you

not so fast

i need to make sure my shoes are tied, my caps on straight, and align the strings on my hoodie before i make a break to join you on this tromps through back-alleyways and caverns created and tested by few who were willing to take a risk

escalating our senses to the uncomfortable point of understanding we won’t ever get there

where?

“but how much loooonger?”

there is no long

you’re there

keep walking doesn’t seem to register with those still stuck at the starting line, striding in place

a treadmill race

wondering why the gun shots echoed, smoked, and left our senses

i saw the proof

they waited

we circled them

lapping

without a place to claim or win to regain the slave shoveled medal designed to remind us we’re still wandering, working, developing

stop talking

how can we be anything but equal?

when we’re nothing

not nothing without a ‘thing’

nothing with everything

waiting to be recognized will only leave you guessing

nowhere now

unrecognizable

my feelings vanish

dreams escape

electric pulses now form our shape

free