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god that’s beautiful
the sound of it in the room
like the end of civilization
like love is something that went away
not sure to return
and more beautiful for that
more believable

like fate is a mystery that awaits most men
on their 40th birthday
cheerfully in a funny hat
dancing slowly

saying

I thought I knew you
but I didn’t, not quite
you were surprising to me
you did things I still don’t want to talk about

here’s to you

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white light
gossamer
who travels
by water
and offers
portents
of soothing.

It has rained all day
again and the neighbors
are getting restless

Last year, they aimed
fireworks at the other
houses

They arrive in caravans,
nomads in their own homes,
coming in and going out
at strange hours

Their headlights flash
across my wall when I
cannot find sleep

Now, there is fresh cut grass
being washed down the road

and they are nowhere to see.

Gave up chewing gum
For you
Is there any other testament you need?

Benevolent arguments-
delivered by foretelling tongues
ought to be placed on heart and soul
yet these are rewarded a prompt rejection
by even the cavities of the new ears,
as these don’t hold water
to the eyes-
just opened in a fresh morning
brought about by an innovative sunshine
to witness one another
as shameless and careless
holding hammers in their green hands
to grind the white feelings of the old hearts.
‘’Mind your own business’’
the young sound wave pierces
the old tongues-
habituated to have a finger in their pie
whether fresh or rotten
for more purification,
but holding their heads high,
the fresh hearts
hold their pie well and have the cheek
to show the burnt eyes a white pigeon
nesting in the gap
existing
between the new and the old hearts
termed and nurtured of late
as the generation gap
making many brimful hearts absolutely vacant.

in a four month breeze
a spiral of leaves lands
on a bed of brown

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with no leaves to blow
on an empty breeze
tulips bloom in May