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18 no more
The “lines on my face and hands” Alice sang about on “18” have made their way into my reality Spent so much time to get so little done Blinded by too much visionary to see I’d say there must be a reason I’m here but life has never made much sense; even tho I’ve paid…
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Tidal
Awash in darkness and apathy Sun shine outside Doesn’t tempt me from my crypt The desire to hold things no longer here embraces like a smallpox blanket and what happens when the right thing to do doesn’t seem to matter anymore and doing what I want to do loiters on the edge of effort I…
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Just Another Weekday
Doomscrolling the day away adulting not to be done today I remember back in the the ’80s & how the cold war didn’t bother me Was much more interested in the circus that was my life & investigating the current sin Way back then I thought I’d be gone by now couldn’t foresee waking upon…
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Swimming Uphill
Burning and crashing Don’t feel like a phoenix Imbalance Inside, outside, and inside out Retesting my nesting… That oasis was somewhere… around here Faith is belief in the unseen What I currently see leans toward negating what there is left to have faith in Y’know like the light at the end of the tunnel being…
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Add
Don’t miss my addictions The pleasure melded into afflictions So fucking long ago I’ve ridden out so many storms Thought it had toughened me up Until you slowly then suddenly Went away Now I have no functioning norms And a great big empty Where you used to be
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Ikea Death Star
Your Ikea Death Star is here Maybe you can finally take a break from trying to keep up with the clowns Yes, I tend to believe that a little independence would be good Clear your head with non forgiving stick figures and separating the A’s, B’s and C’s maybe the H1-B ‘s while we’re at…
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Thanksgiving Eve
I grew up in Pennsyltucky. Thanksgiving was a 5 day weekend. Thursday, Friday, the regular weekend followed by the first day of buck season. Wednesday night was a clusterfuck. Kids back from college. Hunters from Pittsburgh. Visiting relatives. My little hometown bars were 5, 6 people deep to get served. I may love you and…
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Socked
Why are there socks in the kitchen?Are they coming or going laundry? Future or returning Where does anything start or end? And what starts the inevitable end My partner is dying She’s suffered long enough still I don’t want to let go I lost my mother in October now this The universe must think I’m…
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Somber Much?
Just checked my last couple/few published poems. There is a reason for all the darkness. My partner of 20 years passed (was cured they say in Alzheimer’s circles) almost a month ago. I’d been caring for Jill the lions’ share of the time for a couple of years, as she slowly then suddenly declined. I…
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Postulations
She’s gone like the wind hope it’s a gentle breeze Wherever she is now Somehow this cluttered house With my “tornado just came thru” decor Feels oddly, coldly vacant within it’s conflagration It echoes with melancoly You were So much More than a part of me Wondering just who I’ll be After I stumble into…
Poetry, Random Ramblings and Rants 