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My Poetry and Commentary on Life

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  • Mirage

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    abstract, attention, change, control, language, liminal, poetry, sonnets
    a dog and a rainbow are
    the same but not an orangutan
    as are a train and a mongoose
    dissimilar inside a book
    a thing not the thing
    yet understood as thing
    as if an echo were a voice
    that meant less than a sound
    so he speaks a word in German
    or perhaps pigeon Portuguese
    pat snarky apologies for Lent
    as appeasements to the guards
    all thought does disservice
    in attempts to stay in place
    (November 17, 2016)

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  • incantations

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    chant, charm, language, literacy, poetry, process, sonnets, writing
    your visitors
    your visitations
    your visions
    vis-à-vis
    these marks
    which one
    cannot see
    except as
    scratches
    black on
    white
    like
    runes
    in snow

    (November 16, 2016)

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  • Regret

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    death, fate, fear, poetry
    The fear our life
    is something more
    manifests
    in loss’ gasp,
    the choking grasp
    after breath
    as we drown in
    our last desire.

    (November 15, 2016)

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  • First Sentence of a Novel I Will Never Write

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    borders, fate, narrative, poetry
    All he could think about
    was his daughter’s laugh
    and a hat he left behind
    as the doors sprung open
    and the men opened fire.

    (November 15, 2016)

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  • irony

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    definition, irony, poetry
    allows a sincerity
    which avoids the sincere
    treats truth distractedly
    like a hook-up in a bar
    allows a smarmy aloof charm
    to sidle up next to you
    a slurred-speech lothario
    too impotent to engage

    (November 14, 2016)

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  • What Does It Mean to be Happy?

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    happiness, poetry, sonnets
    the absence of fear
    of anxiety
    of dread
    the ability to ignore
    to brush aside
    consequence
    to allow the past
    to fall away
    from one’s heart
    to erase one’s self
    from the moment
    and love
    detached
    unaware

    (November 14, 2016)

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  • Where One Falters

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    anger, attention, broken, despair, hope, poetry, politics, sonnets, tired, worry
    Along a path distracted,
    possibly the wind, or a bird,
    pulls your attention away,
    and you stumble on nothing;
    as if the ground shifted,
    but only beneath your feet,
    and only within the moment
    a glance requires to be coy.
    You find yourself down
    and bleeding, a gash
    puckers across your face,
    your leg twisted, broken.
    Paying attention is difficult,
    but imperative, or we all fall.

    (November 13, 2016)

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  • Obsess

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    attention, broken, control, obsessions, poetry, worry
    “in which things explain each other,
    not themselves.”
                George Oppen
    there is no absolution
    beyond himself
    beyond the self
    beyond now
    beyond
    his explanations he explains
    as if understanding
    can be divined
    through incessant attention
    to the minutia of motive

    (November 10, 2016)

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  • benediction

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    charm, hope, mythic, poetry
    I found a bay leaf
    without origin
    in my notebook
    a laurel without reason
    nor merit
    bestowed
    (November 10, 2016)

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  • “green one red”

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    anger, despair, dissatisfaction, poetry, politics, reader response, worry
                nothing remains
    littered across the floor
    an aftermath to violence
    framed by silence upon
    either side of an event
    as if it could be contained
    to be carted away quietly
    and ignored until forgotten
    as if the scars could vanish
    from these broken hands
    as easily as blood into water
    (November 9, 2016)

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  • All Fall Down

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    assignment, change, despair, exercise, poetry, transition, worn


    With the advent of November
    In Texas, the not hot season
    Begins. The trees give up,
    Desperately dropping leaves
    Through the muggy air. Night
    Falls earlier than the day’s
    Work ends; dawn breaks 
    On the drive to work.
    Peering between black curtains,
    The light remains elusive
    And coy beneath low clouds
    Crushing all who resist.

    (November 7, 2016)

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  • no hansel no gretel no witch

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    erasure, lost, mythic, narrative, poetry, sonnets
    along another path I drop bits
    of myself as if to find myself
    again if I can realize I’m lost
    again that of course is the rub
    to know one’s gone astray before
    too much has fallen away before
    tired and thirsty you bend down
    to a stream to drink and fail
    to know the person looking
    up at you as someone you would
    want to know even if you could
    conjure the courage to speak
    after all the hints and whispers
    failed to find her still at home
    (November 6, 2016)

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  • malaise

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    abstract, erato, loss, poetry
    a soft wind shuffles
    about the house, pauses
    over bits of dust hanging
    obliquely in the air —
    then meanders again
    from room to room
    lost in thoughts of lost
    thought and what might
    have been but wasn’t

    (November 5, 2016)

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  • her only option was to kill him, he clung so tightly to her arm

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    anger, broken, fear, poetry, power
    she flailed
              against a tree
              the wall
              the ground
    until she maimed herself
    and he bled out on the floor

    (November 5, 2016)

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  • Arranged Wittgenstein

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    meaning, poetry, words, writing
    “In saying this
    you
    refer to that
    moment
    in time
    you were speaking
    it makes a difference
    whether
    you
    refer
    to this
    or to that
    moment.
    Mere explanation
    of a word
    does not
    refer
    to an occurrence
    at
    the moment
    of speaking.”
    –Ludwig Wittgenstein

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