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 Nov 2018 G A Molina
RJ Days
Today
flaming hydrogen
illuminates motionless horizon
traversing eight light minutes
again
 Nov 2018 G A Molina
RJ Days
“We
will all
have lived,” she
says. She speaks the
truth.
 Nov 2018 G A Molina
RJ Days
Closed
timelike curves
I need you
now more than ever
unfortunately
 Nov 2018 G A Molina
RJ Days
Listen:
You'll hear
that broken bell
ring across the world
silently
 Nov 2018 G A Molina
RJ Days
Purpose
gathers matter,
moving stellar dust
in the direction of
heaven
 Nov 2018 G A Molina
RJ Days
Tied to the tracks
you can hear the inevitable:
Whistle blows in the distance
and it must be getting closer;
but you've been lying here
for years.
 Nov 2018 G A Molina
RJ Days
How cool I was with undercut
pretending then Mohawk
playing rugby pretending
brunching with fab hipsters
pretending enjoying arcane debates
about particle physics pretending
and social justice pretending
loving tall beautiful black boy
pretending and playing Tetris til dawn
or napping on the couch pretending
in fashionable Old City coworking
space pretending cuddled alone
as rain struck clear panes windowed walls
facade pretending that was my life once,
author in a zine pretending, cheese day denizen
pretending amid all that a sprawling
vacuum of identity pretending
and isolation pretending despite
lunching with a priest I met
pretending online or long, meandering
walks to the park pretending
with Mr. Wiggles and biking up
Passyunk pretending through the market
that smelled of live chickens and grease
bemoaning my loneliness pretending at
row-house holiday parties hosted
by midlife fairies & queers pretending
with dreams with drugs
pretending alcohol *** and roof deck
skyline views pretending pop up gardens
live music filling midsummer streets
pretending same streets
filled with seasonal dirt
artisanal water pretending
bottle cap eyes cigarette **** nose
garbage mouth snowman melting
away pretending going
the way of brotherly
love. How cool I was inhabiting
my urban life pretending
I was there.
 Nov 2018 G A Molina
RJ Days
First, you have get to an email address
and then fashion a sculpture
out of daisies and moonbeams
as a wedding present for your love;
practice your poetry because
it will come in handy when tongue tied;
pentameter is a pocket ace
and the game is cutthroat so you’re
gonna wanna have some ready;
calisthenics are required
as is having the right politics
but dissimilar guacamole preferences
are usually alright for awhile;
be sure to develop a tolerance
for sand between your toes;
learn to frolic, but never skip;
don’t buy a boat because nobody
has time for a sweater cape enthusiast
and drowning is very unromantic;
Grow roses and cook eggs every way
you can but ever respect the bacon;
Practice looking longingly;
Toss your hair and brush your teeth;
**** your socks but carefully
maintain just enough flaws
to seem endearing and then
forget all this because the only
time you chose to fall is suicide
and it’s kind of like a bridge jump,
so it’s time to just lie back and enjoy
the dopamine rush while it lasts;
you’ve roped a unicorn,
the fleeting chemistry of
your synapses will thank
or blame you later.
 Nov 2018 G A Molina
RJ Days
Jack wants me to fight his dad
And pappy but isn’t sure why
Swords are still plastic or foam
And guns are unknown and dead
is just a word so fighting is the stuff
of cartoons and storybooks
Fighting is exciting and what men do
So when Keri asks if he knows
That we could get hurt he’s confused
And when I leave the car he’ll still
Hug me and grab onto my leg
to stop me from going; I pause
and wonder who has it right,
him or us: who knows how to fight?

— The End —