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My Poetry and Commentary on Life

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  • stage directions for a deleted scene

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    alone, broken, erasure, existential angst, poetry, tension

    (left alone. off-center.
    pacing to and fro.
    the audience sits mute—
    as if they are not there.
    he speaks his parts
    in whispers and shouts.
    he suspects, gradually,
    no one has heard)
    Explanations aren’t enough.
    (he explains beneath his breath)
    What was that sound? (he barks.
    a murder in the wings.
    near the stage edge,
    yet not at the edge,
    he peers into the dark,
    a sailor lost at sea).

    (October 17, 2016)

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  • Melodrama Distracts

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    despair, erato, eros, frustration, lament, loss, melodrama, metaphor, poetics, poetry, romance
    Thorns prick his arms
    as he lifts her from his roses;
    blood droplets fall to pale skin.
    Fires leap from a pyre,
    like tongues crying to heaven.
    Flesh burns, and burns, and burns.
    Winds swirl her ash, a final
    embrace, before he falls
    exhausted to the ground.
    Why so many masks
    to disguise the end
    of what was never there?
    Oh, Metaphor!
    Conceal my desires!

    Even from myself.

    (October 16, 2016)

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  • Collapse

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    broken, life, poetry, unstable
    everything made sense
    before it fell into shambles
    and I took another drink

    (October 15, 2016)

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  • there is this desire

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    breach, charm, desire, erato, eros, love, lust, poetry

    I want a word
    as a breach
    through this wall
    a speech act
    to conjure
    out of sound
    a vision I can lay
    upon the horror
    in your silence
    I want a word
    not a small conversation
    some mannered wall
    a speech act
    to open my mouth
    towards yours
    a vision tonight
    to bring succor
    as if I lay in your arms

    (October 15, 2016)

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  • Attend to the Day

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    acceptance, attention, happiness, poetry, tired
    Red clouds spackle the sky,
    as I drive to work.
    I’m tired, but then
    I’m always tired.

    (October 15, 2016)

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  • direction

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    erato, haiku, lost, poetry, unfinished haiku

    so where to
    without you
    where with

    (October 14, 2016)

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  • Solve

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    existential angst, identity formation, lost, poetry, sonnets
    I stand perpendicular
    along the earth’s curve,
    an edge of someone
    else’s horizon. My shadow
    thrown into the dark
    vanishes on a foreshortened
    parabola like a coin
    flipped in casual disdain
    down an iconic well.
    My metaphors perplex me,
    numberless word problems
    without a solution for x,
    and all my empty spaces
    filled with other’s erasures.

    (October 14, 2016)

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  • the pattern I’ve become

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    acceptance, life, lost, oblivious, poetry, sentence
    The light turns,
    I shift, and change
    lanes, oblivious
    to what occurred:
    the grackles rose
    in mass like plumes
    of ash, only to settle
    back as a blanket
    shaken across a bed,
    a quick ruffle, then still.

    (October 14, 2016)

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  • where we fall

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    change, interrelationships, liminal, poetry, sonnets, transition
    without warning
    or with one
    which one
    would not notice
    without resort
    to metaphor
    we translate
    ourselves to an other
    as if to create
    in a difference
    a difference
    wide enough
    to know well enough
    one from the other

    (October 13, 2016)

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  • knotted

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    erato, loss, love, lust, poetry, silly
    me
    you
    you me
    me knot you
    you knot me
    you me who
    you
    not me you
    not you
    not me
    who
    not
    knot
    me you knot
    not
    you
    me

    (October 13, 2016)

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  • interactions

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    fear, memory, poetry, relationships, worry

    out of sleep you hear
    muffled and distant
    your name and wish
    I was there as you wake
    panicked and gasping for air
    out of memory and desire
    I describe from details
    never quite extant
    a different story
    where we might live
    out of necessity
    we weave out patterns
    without patterns
    as if hope were enough
    to justify our faith

    (October 12, 2016)

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  • Floating World: Fifty-Six Years In

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    borders, identity formation, life, poetry, sonnets

    I worry the edges,
    run my hand along the wall
    trying to push through.
    I sleep; I’m awake.
    And too often now,
    there is no difference.
    Dusk and dawn
    flee each other
    in a failure of translation.
    Predictably patterned,
    I talk, and plan,
    and pace about:
    a lost transcendence in search
    of a permeable moment.
    (October 7, 2016)

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  • scanning library shelves

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    education, life, lit theory, literacy, literature, poetry, process, reading
    seeds of interest
    embedded within
    the words sprout
    tendrils in swirls
    to push dull earth
    aside until light
    dawns entire
    to bathe us all
    into redemption

    (October 6, 2016)

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  • Myth of Progress

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    desire, life, liminal, poetry, sonnets, transition
    To end desire,
    there is nowhere
    to go but here:
    along cliff’s edge,
    never quite falling,
    always unbalanced.
    Pretence at decision
    limits rebellion
    to backyard bravado.
    In these places
    of safer smiles
    and parlor wit,
    there is no escape,
    except to return.

    (October 6, 2016)

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  • Each Moment an Act of Violence

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    broken, change, fate, fragments, identity formation, poetry, process, sonnets, transition
    You move through mirrors;
    your reflections’ shards glisten
    red visions through your eyes.
    You parse bits of time, and
    the air undulates in waves
    shredding skin past bone.
    At aperture’s erasure,
    a facet forms as in a fly’s
    eye’s shattered dreams,
    and you fall between
    fragments and trellised
    roses’ sharper thorns:
    less who you were,
    until what you became.
    (October 4, 2016)

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