Cheshire cat lazily frowns,
smile turned upside down
while all the way to town
a lady from Down Under
hobbles along, in a freshly
frayed, browned-gown*




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where bilious pigeons roost
coo and cackle with abandon

whose obstinate droppings steam

its stench invigorates lagging soul
here and ever after, songs remember*



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sometimes, indecisiveness
is just the wrongest decision
for anyone to ever make

sometimes we just have
to dive in and go with our gut
embracing whatever may result;

sometimes, apologies are enough
when things don't go your way
because it's time to do it ours

sometimes, getting first time right
is not what your life has shown
so, it's okay for me to have another go

it's only taken forty years for you
to realise you love me and be proud
perhaps another forty'll make you really care

your boomer ways are so busted
they don't work here and now
perhaps we need to find our own way

it won't break your ego to be supportive
respect is not earned but extended
perhaps you only need to trust & believe;

every time a child's heart breaks
a memory jolts this scathing parody
perhaps this curse can be broken still:

it doesn't take much to make it right*




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bright, loud
braggadocio
bold brougham

barreling down
main street
all until

braggadocious
wheels come off
at the slightest



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let's take a stroll through
flowing sheets as they waltz
with dappled sunlit melodies

reach out for crystal door handles
cool to touch, prismatic to eye
floorboards creak secrets

of years now lost to memory--
one day it shall rise again
in all its former glory*




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Tendril-wafted dunes
of barren sands waffle,
swirl across mindless mile
upon mile, in every direction-
your face appears, a horizon away,
there is little comfort found
in its accompanying echoes.


Drifting sticks caterwauling,
wail on, in the pitched wind,
stretched by distant recollection-
stylus of a scribe named Regret;
each flurrying breeze shifts
turns over and over a new page,
taking with it freshly shed tears.


Foetid droppings steaming out
of some wastrel, desert vagabond
provides a vivid reminder
of how it can never be again,
to kick it away -- desolation
could only deign contaminate
these well-worn wandering shoes.


Head facing forward
wherever the nose points
except in the back of the mind
where gentle oasis burbles-
each leafy frond conceals
intimate moments now buried
within the unmindful desert's belly.*


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if you feel all alone,
then we're all alone, together...*


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There are far more people
that struggle in life, like me

than there are successful,
made and together, like you:

so please, uninvite me, yet again,
but let me be;
         without that dangling carrot,*    I   A M    F R E E .



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your ink
      has
indelibly stained

my
    unwitting soul;
we are now

together,
      forever,
         
--irreparably ruined*




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       petal by petal

feather-pendulum descends

              you fall and wither




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psychological warfare 101
oldest trick in the book
throw it back in their faces
without remorse or afterthought




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