I do failure really well
Even though most think I’m a success
I fear winning
The pressure of keeping it going
Almost to much to bear
Failure gives me something to work on
Angst is my wet dream
Money a secondary pleasure
New and shiny is temporary
My heart is vintage
My watch a wind-up
Loving my cloudy day
Separation will be difficult
Divorce worse
Can’t take my coffee black anymore
The artificial sweetener is cancer though
Been sabotaging us for awhile now
Your lies didn’t help matters much
You call it being distant
We’ll have to agree to disagree
Maybe a butter rum Lifesaver in my coffee
Will be just enough to power through
Pass the cream please
Making real changes now
a leafless tree
I bid farewell
to the departing year
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The sirens
in the street
scream
as they go
to pick up
the pieces
of broken flesh…
The sirens
in the sea
laugh
as they bring
the fools
to their illusion…
The sirens
matter not
to the Tao
as it pulses
past the flux
and flows on
to the next…
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snow shower
broken branches
feathers ruffle
shower of snow
broken branches
silence between us
winter horizon
broken branches
snow cascades
fallen leaves
broken branches
twilight years
blustery winds
broken branches
fallen leaves
empty nests
broken branches
memories of you
in a cool breeze
broken branches
fallen snow
fallen leaves
broken branches
new beginnings
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someone asked after
my missing
pound of flesh
I have as much right
as the next
to filet my enemy
hang the carcass
full view
curse spit stomp
in holy holy
amen
give as good
but there was no
pressing need
I had already excused
myself
from the exertion
my enemy was his own
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You are every stretch of tendon,
wrist flexed, then relaxed,
the curvature of a hand,
steady and bent.
You are brain stem activity,
words and pain both flowing
down your spinal cord
until it is too hard to write.
You are mouth and throat,
soft spoken and fragile,
swallowing blood,
choking back heart.
You rely on the body:
hand to write,
spine to stand,
mouth to speak.
As you collapse inward
like a burning house,
all I can do is hold sound
the walls,
resist the destruction,
or flee.
I will not leave.
I will not watch you burn.
I will guide your hand,
until words flow past
unspeakable pain
onto open page.
I will stand tall beside you,
become sturdy,
lumbar vertebrae,
help you climb and stretch.
I will give your voice legacy,
as student, as friend,
next generation of oral tradition
passed hand-to-hand like communion,
but when the house smolders,
the skeleton screams,
the joints crack.
I smell smoke.
As body relies on body,
I rely on you.
I will not leave.
I will not watch you burn.