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After four months, still saying goodbye.

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Blockhead Existentialism

The tree was always there when

You needed it

Until you became a stump.

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Truce

The poem

Wants nothing

From you

But to meet it

On its own

Terms—

Unconditional

Surrender.

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Waiting for a Bite

Whenever I throw out a line,

I always hope

Something will be left when

The poem decides

To reel me in.

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Concentration Means Resolution

Let the first thing

That enters your mind

Stay there.

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True North

So easy to be misled

By aimless wandering,

But then again, no one

Ever found himself by

Using a compass.

NB: A note on Traces: Time to leave, hopefully not without having left a trace.

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Share and Share Alike

You say it’s ours

For the keeping, I say since when

And then why

Are you going to throw it my way?

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As Long As It Lasts

So how much

Are you willing to wager

It won’t go away?

I bet you don’t even know

The time of day.

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Under the Volcano

See, I told you

You would not

Enjoy the view.

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Inspiration

Breathless, waiting dumbly

To be struck

Dead in the head.

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Aporia of the Man with the Closed Mind

I know

The good book says God is

Both A and Ω and thus

Readily accessible

To anyone at any point

In their life but why

Is there no table of contents?

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Pun, as in Donne

Intensity of vision?

The few who have it

Are under no illusion—

They see right

Through it.

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Stage Directions

Place setting

Sun left

Enter full

Moon right

No dialogue

Necessary.

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Square Thinking

We have to examine

The problem

From all sides, even if

It’s a circle.

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Spectacles

Magnifying small type—

Gross human character.

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Tunnel

There should be a candle

Burning at both ends.

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Resolution

Let the first thing

That enters your mind

Stay there.

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Caught

In the web of sacrifice

For your own good

There is only one thing

You can do

To escape,

Surrender.

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Fountain

Someone has placed

A leaf on the lip

Of this weathered

Cuplike stone

Spring,

Fill your vessel.

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Generation Gap

Hey, you larvae already

Eating holes in the leaves

Of my eggplant

As if there were

No tomorrow, weren’t you

Born only yesterday?