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"Lighten up Francis" -Bill Murray, Stripes

I have you in my head
sitting down

reading
now you're
smiling

looking amused
as you realize

I'm making
you up

It's my hallucination
you'll wear what I say

I like what you had on
yesterday



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I have to have time
to grind

myself into
poetry

where everything
is beautiful

even a
raven


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I have good days now
Even good weeks
This wasn't possible
under your regime

Much fruit
from the
Poet tree
Today
Yumm



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Non sense fills void
better than anything else

and foreshadows
the outcome

No sense wrestling
these sounds down

to pale patois
of pretty pushes

when the page
is a sieve catching

eyes and what falls
from them

eyes emptied
heart emptied

shaken out like a trash can
On Tuesday

I read
Oak leaves

Under my porch light
they tell me no one has left

recently

I tell them
no one is here

anymore
to leave


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Or when the door opens
are they just like

Whoa!
This is awesome!

Every
Single
Time

Not like they have to do
long range plannin'

Rotate the crops
Or put up for Winter

They have us
for that

'sif they smelled the danger
in big brains

Growled
Backed away

This
I think
they thought

Is it
the pinnacle

Let those big gangly
doofuses

Grow 'em
They're suckers

for a nuzzle
an' let'm touch u

Wah-woofin'-lah
free food

Don't think they ever imagined
At the beginning

They'd have us farming, canning
and Manufacturing

Gazillions
o' fuzzy wuzzys

to chew
on

Have us training to Ph.D.
In case they get an owie

prolly didn't anticipate
satellite collars though

Cats dominate the internet
Dogs the medical Market

My poetry
could use their marketing prowess

They even have us raising money
to take better care of more of them

You've seen
those sad commercials

As I prepare their dinner before my own
I realize

They've us
instead of reason

**** reason

Bark
******
Bark


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It's all about
The attention you get
Not from poetry

That's a bath
of unmatching
Angst

Uncounted syllables
and unrhymed
utterances

Splashing about like
some lower form
of soul

Raisins are needed
to offset
your parched

Appreciation and
foregiveness
that suicide themselves

in that barren
self
you call home

Did you feel it?

'Round about 11:37pm
Eastern

Last night

I was rebroadcasting
This enormous grin

This joyous
Guffaw

This hoot
And hollar

A small
Connection

Causing
And releasing

A death star sized
Blast of joy

You had to feel it

It was
Just after
She left

When I
Could think
Again

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I admit
my inner brain

is very clear
on this

Rex likes
rears

And seizes
my consciousness

like a newly minted fed
seizes an Escalade

wafting clouds
of coke

when one rounds
into sight

sigh
***

And I am barbaric
Barbarous

The man no woman
Admits

Consciously

Blood draws down

Into the past
of have no words

just
must

must
have

Becoming
Civilized

Sure
have worth

Says the DNA
spending you

to see
in time

to save
itself

some


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Blah blah blah
Blah blah

Blah
fucin'
blah


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If the universe begs
will you lay down

with me
and hold

as if
love

as if
passion

as if
future

held sunshine
little rain

as if
you

as if
me

as if
all doesn't run down

n e way
as if

who doesn't love
entropy

yeah


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Ah Poesy
Why don't you Mosey
on down

Fill this sleepless space
behind my yawning
face

Some tasty line
to hasten
my decline

Into somnolence
I imagine
sublime

Look it
the **** up

I just did
"archaic"

Feel that
like an angry poem

crawling up your
esophagus

it wants out
and into

your ear
cover 'em

retch into night
small words

their letters
spread

and you know
these hands

don't you
know this soul

wannabe wretched
in ease

solidarity

a sandwich
only i can eat

you
you are not

here
may never 'ave been

here

I will be
here soon

i only hope
for you

to someday
be struck

as i've been
become bereft

as i am
of yesterday's content

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Things
I
should
not
'ave
left
behind

In
the
rush
to
here

Are texting me
Tentative feelers

from shy things
Unseen

Since
Learning of heartbreak
And fear
Raised shut

What price antennae?
My life?

Silly questions
From modeling
On stone cold
Silly humans

Crushed

I am once again
proudly
eyebrows up
expectantly

grinning

About
to
ask
you
somethin'

Can you come out and play?

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Fear affords a shallow life
of hesitant connection
and wearying wariness

Delusions in all
of our great minds
blind us

to these quiet moments
of great beauty
reading poetry

Whilst whipping
across time on a galaxy's
flung out arm

small words
in a small
white box
i feel as if
I am burying
something
and begging
you
to dig it up
and exclaim
in delight
and a little fright
right right right

Smiles
On my face

I don't think
It's just

The alcohol
And drugs

It may not
be poetic

To be
Deliriously

Happy
for a moment

So

For your sake
I'll say it's sandwiched

'Tween episodes
of soul biting

angst
It's not tho

it's just
I've decided



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The breakdown
of belonging
comes from stability

If I've enough
time
to know you
well

I'll find
something
to not
like

make it the issue

the why i need

to fly

to the next
plant
I no longer belong
here

Not everyone
does this
or do you?

Re-ravel yourself
more
it's ok


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Let me tell you about the parts of you I hate
Oh wait
I think
I love those

up in my  face
smashing
Like Godzilla
civilizations
Deserved it



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Amongst the silly humans
fumbling about
these parts
is

this heap
this leap
this unfairly fashioned
female sweet

who's presence
Burns like the
certain sun








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I wired you
the money

See
I told you
poetry
would make
you rich

What do you mean you didn't get the money?
It's gone from my account

Now that's
poetry




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I canned my anxiety
to get right here right now

slow enuf
to hear words

from the blowing
maelstrom

i make
from so little



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I am exhausted
with your
silences

The chattering muons
rain upon my
magnetosphere

this crushing
undetectable
force

of everything
failing
to fill




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Take this *******
Out of your head

Into the Woods
Drive a stake through its heart

Pour on
some gasoline

Yes throw
A grenade on it

This question
A depression worm

Ask instead
How can I?

Live There



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If You Embrace Life
What happens

To your socks
And the odor

In your drawers
Do you decide

This is
Ahhhhhh

Good?
Do you think

Repression
Not on my apple watch?

Can it be that
I don't know

Lives
Joyfully

Next door
Borrows

Power tools
Gleefully ignorant

Of safety
Seeing

Scrolls
Of secrets

Produces
Saw dust

Of
Your dreams

Your desires
Anything

You
Set down

In
Early resignation

You
You
You

Get back up
There's no crying

In
Infinity

There's no
Know

I no
**** that

Eye
Eye

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Comfortable with a shift
I am light
fitting about in small clarities
each of a color
nearer night or dawn
depending

and this mini-series of decay
a single barb on a small rose
exhausting itself on the sleeve
of a thin blue shirt in spring
and just a bit of my right arm
see it exalting at my drawback

I have seen a day pulled from time
with crashing disjunctures
broken seconds cutting indiscriminately
we are so viciously small
at this end of being
serial

and i am listening into orifices of wonder
wavering memories in memories of ink
easier with the current of the cool
ever darkening lightening skies
as they charge themselves with a day
while i sleep


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I sure wish
you'd uv
come over
today

but I think
I told you
not to
bother

Have I explained
how smart I am



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And then
there are
these things
called words
oh my

People passing up
opportunities
for playfulness

*******
I say

've
had it

with
serious you

with
fearful you

with
stuck in you

you

Oh and
Broken ******' hearted u

too

So if
any of thems
U?

Unpack your funny bone
and slap the universe

in the ***
with it

Nothing changes
Of course

Except
You're laughing

Making
you

Okay even
fun

tha's way better
an' more tractive

Fun Now

Getting you
to listen

to me
talking to myself

and thinkin'
's 'bout you

when
's not

We sell the edge of things
to each other
to gather strength

We buy the edge of things
to ease our *******
of time

To moderate time's friction
on our hearts
and sense

We are a constant pitch
and changing curve
at no matter what

We imagine is out there while
Only what we imagine
is out there

Life hacks this stoney universe
with belonging

Old paths claim our steps
as their caresses

Step upon me with meaning
I'll get you there

Scars of pleasure unseen
leave carved knitting

Knots of time

in some future gloom
to be rubbed by whom



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Through white
nesses

pressed into dark
nesses

Concentrated timeless
nesses

tattooed

Onto nothing
nesses

hot skin
She writes

She writhes
She rises

Her time

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Those are the most powerful
words I have

I say them as often
as necessary

and follow
with a genuine smile

Grinning
a better life.




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Of emotion
Roar thru this day

These new gaps
in my life

Places nothing matters
ever escapes

Circle each other
Like big time wrestlers

Throwing sparks
From clever costumes

And it's hard radiation
sleeting chest high


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