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new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
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Saturday, May 16, 2015
Inner City Clearance Sales
trigger happy neighborhoods
where cops pick up/off kids at will—
smashed store fronts strip
mauled bodies busted
corporate person-
hoods clean up again.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Nutcracker
small poem,
try harder
again.
Monday, May 11, 2015
Two Pro Found Statements
1.
Give credit where
Credit is due.
2.
The world owes you
Nothing
You can bank on
That, too.
Friday, May 8, 2015
Trying to Make Sense out of Nothing
What is it that makes people write poems?
It’s nothing you can see or smell, nothing
You can taste or touch or hear—
Hidden in the formless recesses of nowhere,
Whatever it is, it takes all our senses aback
If and when we coax it out of there.
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Springboard
of stream watching
the green wet
willows dipping in
to shallow water deep
enough you think you are
seeing things down there where
the branches you look at look
to be springing roots!
Saturday, May 2, 2015
Wounded in the Process
no-
thing too
in
significant—
.
how
.
even this small
sliver
working it-
self out,
heals.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Unrequited
Had you asked me
Against all odds
I’d have been the first
To answer yes and the last
To wager I was wrong
Even from the start.
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