The Orange Tree

I've been looking in
not far
from where you are
at the beginning

and all through me
what's torn off to enjoy

I'm reminded that only in the Garden
was sanity in the eyes of fingers
as I pull my hat down over the sun
to see
and feel the dirt is clean.


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I'm Falling

softly
like a million sprinkles

emptied slowly between her fingers

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Manufacturing You

A distant sun
fires as a grey sky
filters through the glass block
windows
blowing monday through the
dry walls and into a prickly neighbor

I see you
and the blank application fades
exiting the page
I surrender
like the snow that gave up falling in the street
to clarity
with everything else
in the background
blurred


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Letting The Dog Out

it happens
for all sorts of reasons
the pictures are too big
for the screen so we
focus on parts and make
assumptions

thinking you're not good enough
inside
every other second
and outside in between seconds

thinking about acceptance
and putting up with
and how different they are
about putting off
what really isn't important
or what is and why you're
still unsure about which is
reasoning or rationalizing

finding the strength
glued into bed
picking up the pace and realizing you did it
you jumped up out of the basement window
again

realizing that feeling uncomfortable can also mean
you've accomplished something
personal
hard to do
you let the dog out.

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The Tears That Filled The Sky

is one
ripped cuts
and how dry it is
in-between stars
now on two

Skip To My Love Darling
you're not alone
circling
you move through the brains
as you are

Skip to the Love Darling
I swear
as it's not the fiddles fault
And if we were not alone
it would be twice
as hard
and not as fun as knowing
so little together


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No Expiration Date

The earliest coupon
ever
was carved in wood
and in love
with all the surface off
I guess you had to be there
like you are


totally organic

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Before After

just being
feeling like I've never felt
like there's someone else
not wanting or needing
just being

and that you're
really beautiful to me
and that the vastness of this universe
got real tiny again compared to how much I Love You.


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Hearts And Roses

Where am I when
this is big enough

feeling deeper than being
has ever been

thinking I'm thinking
about you again.


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Transporters

floats that touch shore
becoming  lighter some drift away

or drive back
in wind
to jump ons and sliding out
quicklies

and the time at sea
and how it's like we've forgotten
everything that's not there.


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The Nice Guy vs. The Bad Boy

We can do things that aren't us
really well some times.
You can't be too open or too
sensitive
about risking everything
by not risking anything and just being

I don't care what four billion people think 
And I certainly don't care what I think.


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Stellate

Many years ago there wasn't even a past
where thinking wasn't thought.

then stars came
and twinkled in words.



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unfiltered

a mile down past the smile
i don't know about noise
music or silence but I can hear

the unfiltered grounds
they tell me
are verticality
and moving together

but I'm horizontal and it looks like I'm going to stay that way.
what's leaning when you've fallen already?

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To Sons And Daughters

I open a book and
a new life begins
as I turn the pages
my fingers crease
and soil the parchment
Can books read themselves?

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Play Ball

Suddenly the sun came out
and I knew it was spring.

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The Day After

Out of windows fell
our companion sea
it grasped and clasps to the
layers of earth around us.

begin the recording
of train sounds calling out
resolved to make headlines
in the early edition
from the back of the movie house
observing the process of everything again
and all the kings are the kind kind.


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A poem for everyone.

New light warms melting ice
and the old chill is gone.

This is flying, gathering smiles
visible lines

An advancing nature
and the mind jumped over the sky.


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The Path That Ever Was

slowly
up the steps moved a tired heart
in dream sounds towards restoration

thanks to a soul nearby
on the path that ever was.


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Nothing At All

I write on white leaves
and leave my mark
in the room of a house I never built.


I close my eyes and hear
the faint rumble of voices through
the door and think.
if I can hear, I must have ears
and that noise is the beginning
and eternity is nothing at all.



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The Thing I'm Best At

is daydreaming about you.


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The Way You Are Lifts Me Above Everything

gliding high
above the trees

soaking up the
silvered light
warming the seas.

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Helicopters

What is happiness
hidden by the solar sky

pinched sugar held
in the high endurance of light breathing

we escaped standing
our feet aired

in a solar song our song
in a ditch pitched high zero to the bones .


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One Summer's Day

A quick croak and then
memory was dead
and the sky, the empty sky, filled
with haze, endless haze.

plaster and the sculptor was finished
and god created a war on poetry
the end of Xanadu.


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I Hope We Make It

Eye Opening
Grown by degree in rows and aisles
if they were events people would forget they are there
where they are
in a country right as rain speaking change we are different we work on pace with computers faster than the stress of sweating bullets breathing in
to air mattresses and blow up dolls.

In no parents land a blackmailed god feared letting the juice drip
but children put up with floods and grown women on farms we designed
and they do the best we can
we'd be dead otherwise.

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On seeing the morning star again

 

                                    I saw of late the morn star
                                    above green horizons
                                    floating in sky blue 

                                    Like a flame it
                                      showed
                                       and like a flame
                                        I watched it go out 
                                         as the sun rose.

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To Someone Somewhere

Now the shouting crowds
subside and a piercing
yell is heard.
Lost in the subway
a child died that way.

Agony out loud amidst the
noisy din of steel
a child died today.

Slow force starts up the train
and the bodies move in
mute harmony as the city's
lights go on.

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The Swimmers Place

Some water opened up between the ice
and we jumped in.


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Mira: A Portrait

Lead circles about her eyes
She awakes to the morning
Skies are grey.

She opens a jewelry box
and places an earring on

Today's another date on her calendar
of wishes
her calendar of dreams.

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The True North

and the things remain
our moments
like the tidiness of a light snow on stone.

It's cleaner clearer when you look at the individual
pieces and this place we've all climbed up on
away from and into
to find something in the corner of a cloud

so beneath you my thought is ourselves
we lay down thrown back on a kiss

but nothing is still nothing
this is a warning
about looking over edges
especially edges
of diving boards
over empty pools



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Happy Valentine's

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Mania

                             mania: a flight of fancy, a ruling prince of
                              dancing-awkward principles overturned
                                and english restored to hegemony.

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High Hopes

                    

                              Likability and the beginning of friendship
                                     is like a boat launched at noon.

Circus Beyond The Veil

Clouded in a veil
Mandrake shot his canon
and the soda spilled.

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Red Levees

In the darkness
of morning
I ran outside
ahead of
breached levees

In the expanding width of a distraction
details came speaking through
the shadows I passed.
You can only see them.

The wind came and took
leaves from the trees

The pause that lost
its identity assimilated
like everything else

how is it stopped ?

I have no reason to hide
so I expose myself proudly
without thinking
remaining inadequate
to conclusions
and trusting nothing..




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